A Novel With-In

Drinking coffee this fine morning with paper and pen in hand. Putting upon myself the Great write, People Pleasing, In-Demand! My eyes are barely reading and my pen is running out of ink, But all my silly mind wants to do is Think, Think, Think. Placing pen to paper out pops another correct, flowing rhyme, Not the perfect desired novel but today it will do just fine. Someday soon I know I will do it! Push all the limits that's with-in and then maybe a famous Author will call me and Want to be this writer's friend. Well! Hoping.