It’s hard to come up with good ideas like this,
And there are so many complicated tricks.
I actually think that think that this piece sounds bad;
Plus, stories are hard to continue,
And I don’t think that I’ll ever get to the ending.
My chapters don’t seem long enough,
And I haven’t learned many types of poems.
I feel frustrated when I do something wrong,
Reading is simpler, and doesn’t take so long.
It takes days to come up with ideas,
And then when I finally do,
I start to write and then two weeks later,
I realize it’s not my best.
All those great authors, J.K. Rowling, Christopher Paolini,
They make it look so easy,
To write an eight hundred page book.
I think for a while,
I get an idea, and then find it hard to finish one page.
I work for hours on end,
Brainstorming and drafting,
Editing and revising,
All to realize it doesn’t sound as good as I’d hoped.
I think and I think
For something to jot down,
But my mind is so blank
You could write this on it.
At least I don’t have to think of characters,
Or come up with a setting or plot.
We have to write for so long at a time,
And put so much into a page of work.
Scrambling for computers,
Just to say “I’ll finish my rough draft”,
On a computer I don’t even have.
I don’t know what’s the difference
Between a revise and an edit,
But I still kinda don’t care.
I say to myself, why are there so many steps?
That seem to exist to confuse me.
I’m desperately thinking
For something to write
But nothing comes to mind.
Now I can have a computer,
Finish my rough draft,
And be done until next time.