A Night for a Novel
“Anything worth doing can be done in one night”
She fluffed her pillows.
She plugged in her laptop.
She set her coffee,
her water,
a tissue box,
the radio remote,
a pen,
and a notepad
all on the bedside table.
The music was set at an audible
but not disrupting volume.
The bed was comfortable,
almost too comfortable.
Should she relocate?
Tonight was not a night for sleep.
No, she’d be fine.
The coffee would keep her awake.
She needed to be comfortable
because discomfort was distracting.
Tonight was not a night for diversions.
Tonight, a novel would be born.
This post’s dark secret: That “quotation” up at the top? I made it up.
This posts’s other dark secret: I’m pretty sure I don’t believe the message of that “quotation.” But I like it with the poem. So it stays. 🙂
Posted on November 1, 2013, in Poetry and tagged focus, novel, poem, powerwriting, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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