Here is the post i was working on yesterday. I still don’t think it’s ready but I am at a loss to work out how to change it so i’ll post it and when I find a way to improve, I will just have to re-blog. I warn you it is a bit of a rant (I don’t always feel like this)
Does everyone write?
I talk to a friend of my novel
And I’m met with their ideas.
The story they wish to write.
I sit and listen patiently
But all the while
Feeling they have taken
From me, it’s me that writes
Well maybe everyone can write
But all I wanted, was
Something I’m good at
To not be something they’re all good at too
They have their work
They can contribute to the earnings
This is the nearest I might get
Writing gives me some achievement
It’s not about money for I doubt I’ll make any
It’s about doing something I’m good at
Only to find that it really isn’t anything special
It’s not as good as theirs
I wanted to have something, be someone
My jealousy burns with each good idea of theirs