I set for myself a deadline
Yet, so little did I know
Just how very, very little
Words would wish to follow.
I scribbled on my paper
I typed up on my screen
But my trash can seemed to gain
And my “keeps” are pretty lean.
My delete button shines
From the many times its hit
I’m on my fifteenth pen –
As well as I remember it.
My desk is strewn with notes
Some nonsensical at that.
Youtube wants to ban me
For my music playing stats.
My brain is dead on editing –
Oh no – not another plot hole!
I think I just might cry
If I have to find another typo!
I dream of letters and pens,
Of words and missing pages,
Of scratching over silliness,
And checking character ages.
Of changing improper formats,
Or fixing a comma or colon,
Of changing names or cities –
Of my deadline being stolen.
But still, I try to push on,
Knowing this time is not mine.
I can pick a day to be “done”
But the LORD has my real deadline.
So, I’ll edit out the plot holes,
And fix the spelling errors,
Turn back on my music,
And dance through rewrite terrors.
And someday, I’ll be finished,
And this book will be complete.
If I give my deadline over –
This journey will be sweet.
To the KING be all the glory!