Tomorrow and Ever After
Tomorrow I will sit demurely
wrestle words down to the ground
with a flicker of my lashes
flash of sopweed from the Bard.
Tomorrow my characters will come alive:
fight each other, bicker, woo.
Plotholes will hang their grimey faces,
poems stop barking at the moon.
Tomorrow I’ll use post-its in coloured gradations,
fill spreadsheets and schedules, submit with method.
Each sapling of wisdom, each stray pun I will corral
till the gravity of the day after arrives with a thud.
But maybe not just yet. I will be off to Geneva this coming weekend for the Meet the Agent event which I helped organise, then delivering some training to a UN organisation (my freelance work still seems very much in demand, even if no one wants my talents on a more permanent basis), also wrangling with the French tax office, who still don’t seem to have understood the messages I’ve been sending since August 2016. If I ever do finish my WIP, it will be dedicated to them for their ‘contribution’.