I do so love it, yes siree.
I love it just before the sun
I love it if the rain has come
I love it in the afternoon
I love it by the silver moon
I love my writing here and there
I am a writer everywhere.
I do so love to write you see
So Sandman, stay away from me
I love to write about romance
To make my plot and characters dance
I love to bring adventure in
Where bad guys lose and good guys win
I love some witty dialogue
Where heroes keep the story strong
I love a fiesty heroine
I love to watch the journey start
And end where two become one heart.
I do so love to write you see,
How can I fit it in neatly?
I cannot write if work demands
And makes me keep to scheduled plans
I want to play with kids of mine
so wait to write another time
The dirty dishes pile so high
Mount Washmore rockets to the sky
But writing calls and so does sleep
My words and stories have to keep
I do so love to write, always
Where will I find the time and days?
I’ll take my moments where I can
Though many times they come unplanned
Like stoplights or the carline wait
In morning, afternoon, or late
I’d gladly write within a box
or with a goat or with a fox
And if the boat involved a cruise
I’d go along, I’d not refuse
I’ve written in a car and train
and story daydreamed in the rain
I snatch my moments here and there
I sneak in writing anywhere
I do so love to write it’s true
So when does writing come for you?