I dream of writing,
A book people love,
A book people admire,
Not one that they shove.
It will be an original,
Nothing like it before,
New York will be calling,
Or the West Coast for sure,
I know that I am ready,
So here is the first word, Murder,
Not sure what the second will be,
I will have to explore further,
You see I am a want to be,
I strive to be like the best,
I have several stories,
Time to put a novel to test.
Oh if only I were like you know who,
Or a certain so and so,
I would be writing all the time,
But I hurt my elbow,
The faucet is dripping,
And the dog needs outside,
Car repairs are mounting,
Why don’t I just curl up and die?
To many distractions,
Facebook and all,
If I were a loner,
Is that Baseball?
I make up excuses,
For not writing, you see,
But after all no ones to blame,
Except little ole’ me.
Dreaming... 
