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
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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
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