The Creative Process

I don't know about you, but this creative process thing that people talk about is pretty slow and painful for me. I am a a goldfish looking for it's castle. This is how my weeks tend to go! I think it's name is Resistance.


Ate a rack of ribs
So I didn’t have to write
Drank a bottle of wine
So I didn’t have to write
Just had a nap
So I didn’t have to write
Binge watched Mad Men
So I didn’t have to write
Got angry at Facebook
So I didn’t have to write
Read a book on writing
So I didn’t have to write

I

Just

Sat

Down

And

Wrote

It

Feels

Good


Oh No!
Here we go again
Ate a rack of ribs ...

I'd like to tell you a love story - if I may?

I’d like to tell you
A story of love
Do you have the time?
It won’t take long
I promise
Just a simple tale
Of boy meets girl
Well, boy met girl
Girl liked boy
Boy wanted more
She needed time
They laughed
A lot
I mean
A LOT
They took separate routes
As you do
With people
They probably shouldn’t
That is life
But at a friend’s urge
She returned
She saw boy
This time she gasped
I know!
Cliché
But it happened
He’d never forgotten
So it was easy
They laughed still
But they had this other thing
This other thing called
LOVE
I kid you not
I know!
It does!
I’m telling you it does
EXIST

What?
Yes they are.
17 years on
Still together
Still laughing
Not as much
Life gets like that
Life can really
Get in the way
What?
No!
The love’s still there
Just hidden sometimes
In the day
In bills
In house
In work
Hidden – yes
Gone?
You must be joking.
Who else would laugh?
At the nonsense of
Life as this
If not for
Boy and
Girl
Who met
Then met again
And that time
Fell
In
Love

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