Written by Emily Harstone | September 18, 2017
Suspense awaits you; it’s seem obvious!
Toss me one of those Coronas.
Imagination spurs brilliance, white page fills.
The Grid failed, yet she persisted.
It was a dark, stormy… yuck!
Behind me, it whispers, “Now begin.”
Tap, tap, tap, tap. Silence. Tap.
Past failures.. Bin full.. New beginning!
She began earnestly spilling her life.
Grandma’s typewriter!! Now for her muse.
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Suspense awaits you; it’s seem obvious!
Toss me one of those Coronas.
Imagination spurs brilliance, white page fills.
The Grid failed, yet she persisted.
It was a dark, stormy… yuck!
Behind me, it whispers, “Now begin.”
Tap, tap, tap, tap. Silence. Tap.
Past failures.. Bin full.. New beginning!
She began earnestly spilling her life.
Grandma’s typewriter!! Now for her muse.