Not Today

 

I had them there, or so I thought,
Notes scribbled from my head.
When I returned to read them,
I found gobbledygook instead.

The pen I used had turned to mush,
And dried up all its ink.
My brain cell packed its suitcase,
And ran away to think.

On its return, we had a chat,
It told me which way to go,
I listened to this inner voice,
And a manuscript of sorts did grow.

At first it was hard going,
But I persevered.
A novel rose from the page,
I sang, and danced, then cheered.

It's finished! I cried out with glee,
The book is now complete,
Then brain cell remembered edits,
So my butt's back in the seat.

Writing's a roller coaster,
A sickening ride for some,
It takes time to perfect the words,
And a writer's work is never done.

The end is in sight, all's not lost,
Brain cell and me are a team,
I stopped fighting with it,
Between us this WIP will gleam.

Well OK, it won't shine bright,
There will be errors along the way,
But brain cell has inked my pen,
And the final word will be written...well maybe not today.