The dreaded first draft
Is going so slowly
I’m so unproductive
It makes me feel lowly

The characters unformed
The plot’s just a mess
The story so far?
This must be a test

With each book this happens
I have to keep going
Write some each day
All the time knowing

That I’ll start to like it
One wonderous day
Writing stops being work
And starts to be play

Oh, when will I get to
That glorious point?
I do hope it’s soon
Cuz my mood’s out of joint

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