What manner of demented pleasure do I receive by
The daily pounding of these laptop keys?
Most certainly not the accolades written in copious
affirmational delight with so much ease…
Please mind not what seems vain adolescent tripe…
Each of us in turn have found our time to gripe.
My observation is, writers bear it alone for hours,
and become inured to the ‘hearts and flowers’.
So, write your historic epic, your suspense thriller,
just remember, there are millions drafting a chiller…
by BR Chitwood