I took a long walk to the park
While holding my book and pen in both hands
Upon arriving, I looked all around
And noticed a brown bench that looks extremely antique
I sat down quietly staring at a blank page
Just trying to form words together in my mind
So I could create a perfect first chapter
Ten minutes later
I still can't think of anything to write
Oh well!
Maybe I should give up completely
Or give it another try
Five minutes later, I'm fantasizing about
Being the best published author
Who sold a lot of books
Then it suddenly dawned on me
That I was not in reality
Now I'm back to square one
Staring at the same blank page
This time I'm getting different ideas
Therefore, I jot them down as they come to me
And I began to write constantly
Plus did not stop until my book was finished
How satisfied I felt that day
For I did not have to worry about anymore incomplete chapters.
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Comments2
Antique brown benches in the park are so inspired and inspiring !
I agree 💯 thank you for reading
Writing is a little like life, sometimes there is nothing there at all. Then lots of little bits appear and it is whether we take those bits and work with them or just let them float on by, enjoyed the read
I appreciate your feedback. Thank you for reading!
You are very welcome
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