Pub- lisher, publisher, go away. And dont call again, another day. Im working at the bakery today, Hard at work, slaving away, Making the money you cant afford to pay. Publisher, publisher, please go away, I wont fall for another money scheme. I have mountains of copies and piles of misprints, I wont pay you to not market for me. The moneys dried up, you see. I have a wedding to plan and bills to pay, I dont have time for you to bother me all day. Publisher, Publisher, please go away. Please stop calling, please leave me be. I have no story, its unfinished and boring, And it wont be yours when the pages are clean. So please, publisher, publisher, go away, and don't call again, any day.
Month: November 2017
Woe is Writer #012
When “working” requires inspiration, ideas, and the desire to actually put forth a literary effort before a single word can be written.