Write And Write Day Or Night!

What am I doing now? Do you think it will wow? It is something I do a ton off. I do it, push comes to shove. Not sure I shove much though. I may shove the laptop off Pat's lap to create room or just be a foe. Okay, back on to task. Do you have to ask?

In the dim lit room,
With dust bunnies in need of a broom,
A half naked person stares,
Which could turn into glares.

The screen glows bright.
The fingers then ignite.
Type and type they do.
Some words may = poo.

But stave editing off.
The fingers won't scoff.
They'll type and type.
Forget things like Skype.

Chapter marker makes a stop.
This morning wasn't a flop.
Time to go and eat.
Maybe feed the cat a treat.

Time to watch some TV.
The computer is calling me?
Yeah, cute cat videos need a watch.
Oh, where is that scotch?

It's not even noon?
I can listen to many a tune.
The ideas will just flow.
Much later, I know.

May as well shower.
Use up a little power.
Eat another time or two.
Time I stuck to the keyboard like glue.

Staring at the screen.
It may need a clean.
Later it will get a wipe.
Arm works for a swipe.

If only there was a sleeve.
Sleeves are a pet peeve.
Need to focus on the screen.
Tomorrow it will get a clean.

Cursor is just a blinking.
Time to get to thinking.
Next chapter header complete.
Fingers and keyboard now must meet.

Familiar to anyone? I figured I'd give ode to the writer a run. The cat watches Pat do it all the time. Although I can't say he stares at the screen like a mime. Those fingers on that one hand don't stop. They bop bop bop. The cat would rather nap than write all day. How you writers do it beats me at my bay. I'll go back to napping and passing gas. It is so much less stressful for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.