The intimidation of the empty page

The writer hits his stride,

he knows just what to say.

Every page will count,

and readers yearn to pay.


But then reality hits him

between the eyes with a shovel.

He re-reads the first chapter,

and it is all snide drivel


How could yesterdays insights

suddenly seem so banal?

What he once viewed as pearls

now appear as a sewage canal.


So he murders his darlings

polishes each paragraph.

Then a reviewer states,

she much preferred the first draft.

The End

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