<u>Second Draft At Last</u>


    <u> </u>


    It took a while; it was a trial and I will admit there was fear


    That I would never finish, that my vision would fail but now it’s here.


    A novel how novel even if years late where writer’s block grew and grew.


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    Let Sisyphus’ burden quake as I carry it, for the block did move.


    My muse crippled by my plans gone astray yet alive all the same


    A few words at a time, a long contemplated line – the truth is I was to blame.


    Dille and dallied; delayed. For greater things I thought lay ahead


    And yet time got way, I was outplayed and misled


    By myself, in hubris and greed, but now I see


    Those many mistakes were the making of me.


    It took a while; it was a trial and yet I did persevere


    For no novellete no novella did come together


    And at last my novel is here.