I’ve decided that I am writing a book.

Or at least that is what I’m trying.

Maybe it would be more correct to say,

I’m just keeping myself from crying.

 

But maybe I just need words to come out,

Instead of writing, I’ll try a recorder.

Then afterward I can begin to worry,

About the words and about the order.

 

I dream of a character, who’s funny and deep,

And all my readers truly adore him.

But for now, my only wish is this:

To not kill my readers through boredom.

 

And the hope that keeps me going is really quite simple.

The second book will be easier, oh, please God will it