Dear Me

Dear me,

Tell me if you agree.  I'll write the great novel—it will be a best seller, critiqued as a marvel. I'll set pen to paper everyday, turn off cable, and let the ink fly where it may.
I'll dot my I's and cross my T's, and when I'm done, I hope you'll be pleased.  Those vivid dreams of stories and plots will come to life despite writer's block.  I'll get this baby born, and I won't get distraught, for a battle worth winning must first be fought.  I'll write when I'm happy; I'll write when I'm sad.  I'll write when I'm melancholy; I'll write when I'm mad. I'll write when I'm bored; I'll write will I'm wound.  I'll write when I'm in or out of town. I might write about glory; I might write about pride. Whatever literary journey I choose, I'll make sure I enjoy the ride.  I'll write when the sun shines; I'll write when it rains.  I'll write when I'm feeling great; I'll write when I'm in pain. I'll write in the winter; I'll write in the fall.  I'll write through hurricanes, blizzards, and all.  I'll write in the library; I'll write in the park.  I'll write from my soul; I'll write with my heart. I'll write on my sofa; I'll write in my bed. I'll write using my PC; I'll write using my number 2 lead. I'll write when I'm awake; I'll even write when I sleep.  Sometimes the best inspiration comes from somewhere real deep. I'll write about life and all its sorrows.  I'll write about hope and a better tomorrow. I'll write early in the morning; I'll write late at night. I'll write on my lunch breaks; I’ll write just to write.  I'll write for adults; I'll write for the young.  I'll just keep on writing until it's all done. In one year's time, I'll look back with a smile, and thank you—Dear Me—for giving birth to my child.