Sometimes I think a writer can relate just too well to what poor old Shakespeare went through!
you see what people just don’t understand
Is that writing’s demanding
It’s mentally challenging
and it’s a bore
It’s such a chore
To sit in a room by yourselfOh my god, I just hate it!
And you’re trying to find
An opening line or a brilliant idea
And you’re pacing the floor
And hoping for just a bit of divine interventionThat one little nugget that one little spark
Then Eureka! You find it you’re ready to start
So now you can write, right? Wrong!
You’re not even close, you remember that damn it,
Your play’s gotta be in iambic pentameter!So you write down a word but it’s not the right word,
So you try a new word but you hate the new word
And you need a good word but you can’t find the word
Oh where is it, what is it, what is it, where is it!
music and lyrics by Karey and Wayne Kirkpatrick
Lissa Bilyk 