Yep – I was unable to sleep on Monday night, so this, and the following two posts are the results!
No apologies as I am sure many of you can relate! 🙂
PLUS I finished editing as far as I am with my next book (78 000 words). Now to write the last chapter and add some bits and pieces and then another edit; before another edit; then off for proofreading; then beta reading; then pro editing; then the suggested rewriting; then more editing; then cover design; then cover blurb; then formatting; then some more editing. YES! I think it’s almost there!! 🙂 🙂 – oh dear, that para went on longer than anticipated! 🙂
Okay….to the first poem from Monday night (well…early Tuesday morning actually!)
I often write now late at night,
It’s when the frogs come out to play,
I hear them sing and drown the peace,
And wonder where they’ve been all day.
In plot o’er yonder, with flat square house,
Set in middle of vast brown sea,
Yet now all black, illusively wrapped,
So, is it now night or is that just me?
A very strange life I now find myself in,
Even by my own account,
Old eight to five or seven to four
Went out the window years before.
Before I bounced into this dark abyss,
Of timelessness, of pure, pure bliss,
Now wondering why I worked so hard
When I could have, then, had all of this.
Oh yes, that’s right…. Money!
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