Poem about the writing life.
There are times, you must all get them, when the writer inside strarts calling out
please stop churning out this garbage, time to show the world what your writing is all about’
Go visit those worlds that you conjure so well, bring those chracters once more to life
talk about the adventures they undergo, the troubles they face, and the strife
which makes them so real and so interesting, gets the reader beggibg for more
will the story turn out as they started to think, or is a tiwst coming, who can be sure
of any outcome in fiction you write, for aim to keep readers asking what mext
that is the beauty of sitting right down to compose all that glorious creative text
and yet this may not be the right place to share it, the readers on this site too few
as well as too fickle, not really a broad brush of potential fans for the wonders that you
so passionately pen with such aplomb, receiving real fountains of approval and praise
yet still, on this site it’s a wasted effort because the viewership you just cannot raise
What I hear you ask can be the solution, where must my writing net then be cast?
No simple answer forthcoming I fear, even sites that seem well attended and vast
cannot guarantee that your tales will be read, be they really well written and grand
you are at the mercy of web surfing fate, and an audience that has never once planned
To stop at good writing, unless it’s a name that they have seen before, read and enjoyed
You have get known, then your stufff gets attention and by that you ought to be bouyed
Yet you must not fool yourself, thinking that once you have reached those hieghts you’re OK
the viewing public have tastes so discerning they’ll run hot and cold, so there’s no way
that uyou as a writer can kewep on their good side with every piece that you compose
keep pluggung away, and as you get better known, you hope your popularity grows
to the point where whatever you bother to pen, somebody will just have to look
that is the ponit when what you really need do is to write a damn good book
Though not even that will be sure to succeed, unless you push it in peoples faces enough
that they actually buy a copy, then tell others that your fiction really is good stuff
Problem is that you need lots of readers to buy the thing and then raise their voices
Loud enough that others take notice and buy it themselves, or you’re left with stark choices
Do I carry on deluding myself that the effort is worth all the frustration and emotional pain
or do I say the hell with the writing life, and start something new all over again?
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