I crank up the volume, give a spin and caress my dancing partners wooden handle.
Careless whisper rings through my earbuds with each awkward step, as I belch out each line off key.
Bare toes tiptoe across the wet floor, forward and back, then side to side, stomping my feet to every beat.
The music dies and my arms raise the rag up high as the solo begins.
My hips swerve with my body as I perform my signature booty shake.
My feet slide across the floor as the screamer hits his frys, and I strike a pose with my mop mic.
I keep sliding, my legs go up and my body goes down, landing flat on my back.
I stare at the ceiling, counting the cobwebs I still need to clear, then move on to my air guitar solo, battling it out with the streaks on the linoleum floor.
The cleaning must go on.
The most satisfying part of the day is when the pen hits the paper and ink just flows from the fingertips.
The scritching and scratching, like a long forgotten melody.
It doesnt have to be words.
It doesnt have to make sense.
It flows, like my own personal river, taking me away with every stroke.
It’s time for a change.
I’m ready for that leap.
Let’s focus up, tell them what I really think.
Dust off those shelves and get out the ink.
Get rid of the signs
That weren’t really mine.
Clear the space for what’s to come
I have waited for so long.
It’s almost here,
It’s almost complete.
I can’t wait to show you
What I can do.
When people ask, “You wrote a book”,
I can finally say with pride,
“Here’s my website. Go on, take a look.”
No more throwing money away,
No more drowning in misprints.
This time, I’m going to do it right,
I’m going to make it mine.
Just a little bit longer now,
Just you wait and see.
It is going to be fantastic
And it won’t be for free.
Writing is like clay. You can shape it and mold it to how you want it to be, no matter how much you cut off or add on.
The more you work with it, the easier it is to handle.
Your pot will always be your own, even if it looks like someone elses.
It came from dirt, but it’s your inspiration that gave it beauty.
And even after its been fired, glazed, and stamped with a “for sale” tag, if you don’t like it, you can always break it and make a new one.