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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