Patricia almost did not share this poem with me. I am glad she did. - poetheart 04/30/02
The tortured writer investigates
His subject matter
And contemplates
What readers will appreciate
And what they'll truly love to hate.
He isolates himself deeper in thought
And finds himself at times distraught
For only he can solve this mystery
So his clever words makes fiction history.
He types and gripes of weak details
And publishers who respond like snails
Then pauses to complete clauses and elusive dreams
Of book signings,
Guest appearances,
And movie rights;
For to be a novelist
Is a labor of love, with merely one guarantee--
That one's words will speak for eternity.
by Patricia Lynn