My Pit of Despair: a Poem About Writing

On Twitter, I recently wrote about an unfortunate pattern I tend to fall into whilst editing a novel manuscript:

To be fair, the fact that I was drinking Prosecco at the time of writing this tweet didn't help. 😂🙈 And it is also possible that I shouldn't have been distracting myself with Twitter whilst editing.

Neatly sweeping those concerns to one side ... I find myself in #2 mode once again today, so this silly little poem below (a response to @mariannewest's freewriting prompt, roadblocks) is an attempt to exorcise some of my frustration.

My Pit of Despair: A Lament

Full steam ahead is easy to say
When every word flows with ease:
When the muse has blessed you
And the light of wisdom
Blazes forth through the trees.

When roadblocks persist
When you're wading through sludge
And you know you can't take any more
That's when your heart breaks
And you cling to your wine and you wail:
Why didn't I do law?

Be a writer, they said
It's fun, they said:
You get to deal with words all day!
They never mentioned
The despair that sets in
When the words just don't want to play.

🙃🙃🙃

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