Writers

Writing a book doesn’t take much At least that is what everyone thinks Maybe hours, days, weeks, months, or years Sitting alone in front of a keyboard Ignoring the world around you Listening to crappy music Eating tons of Ramen Noodles And drinking the strongest black coffee There is never such a thing as sleep Your mind keeps writing or rewriting the plot But eventually it always ends The last words get put into the story Then the real hell starts Some editing and a new story That is the life of every author And we love it © Poem – III/XVII/MMXXII LRET