I work eight hours Steaming milk and sweeping floors I come home and take a shower And steam the coffee from my pores I sit at my computer And I open Firefox I play a first person shooter And then I open Google Docs But there is nothing there I'll guess I'll get to work But I should be writing I should be working on my craft I should be writing I should be submitting my next draft But I'm sitting home watching Doctor Who
I stare at Google Reader And I read a how-to blog You've got to dig much deeper To write convincing dialogue So I search for inspiration Deep within the iTunes store But there's no application That will help me to ignore The fact that Doctor Who is on TV tonight Chorus Why do I do this to myself? Why can't I relax? I want to see my name up on that shelf On the spine of a paperback Chorus