Pitfalls, Pratfalls and Roadblocks

I have to find the perfect name for the character I just created.
The name Christine would be just right, but she’s a girl I hated.
So on with the search through the name books for something I like better
While the pages I have to write upon just go from white to whiter.

Then comes the research of the past to fill in the blank spaces,
But not so fast I want to be sure I find all historical traces.
These facts will help to make my book interesting and engaging,
I know that I can make it so if I win this war I am waging.

The dogs bark to be let them out and then to be let in,
While pure white sheets of paper sit in the printer’s bin
To take me away, my boss calls to say, I must work some overtime
So now I’ll admit I have not a jiff to write even one good rhyme

Now Girl Scouts meet at 4:15 and choir starts at 8:00,
And if I stop for just one word I know I will be late.
The telephone rings, the kids come in, and everything’s sidetracking.
My head so filled with everyday things my characters all are packing.

Returning to my writing spot I find I cannot win,
The poet in me has left the house and my writer’s in the gin.
I wish that I could join her there, but still I’ve yet to write.
It would all be so simple if a name would come to light

©2010 by Julie Shumway Hill

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