What budding author doesn’t feel like this? And I gotta tell you, a budding EDITOR does too! ;-o
Image by Zu
I don’t have a feather to fly with…
Impecunious as a church mouse;
And to keep a roof over the keyboard,
I’ve sold half the stuff in the house.
The cupboards hold coffee and biscuits,
The fridge just an elderly egg,
But that’s quite enough for survival,
I don’t have to go out and beg.
See, I chose this career as a writer
And with painting a bit, as you do,
While still earning a crust at the day job,
I just about see the month through.
The house doesn’t really need heating,
I really don’t see it these days,
I just sit at the desk in the corner
While the words dance about in a haze.
On the other hand life’s never boring!
As I roam through a new world each day,
When I wander through imagination
On a quest to find something to say.
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