And all through my house,
TV's are blearing, girls are playing,
And I'm wondering, should I wear this blouse?
The laundry is caught up,
Well, mostly I guess,
But i have all day to finish,
And another night to res'.
Still working on my manuscript,
Trying to make it my best,
My stomach's getting a bit queezy.
Feel like I'm 'bout to take a test.
Will the agent like my log line?
Will the editor be enthralled?
I've worked so hard on this book of mine,
My heart will break if it's destined to fall.
My daughters are staying the weekend with my mom.
The husband is driving me to Cedar Lakes.
Our funds are meager, it's a fact,
And if I think too much, I'll just get the shakes.
But as I sit here writing this silly poem,
I hear a voice whisper in my ear.
It's telling me to calm down.
It's assuring me, God's still here.
Back in February of 2009,
God gave me a story to write.
And if the Father gives you something to do,
He has plans to make it come out right.
He gave me the story,
All of it, in fact,
And he gave me the log line,
And the info for the back.
He will give me the words,
To say during the pitch.
If I trust him, He'll be there,
And it'll go off without a hitch.
Just so y'all know,
That's faith talking here.
I'm stepping out and believing,
I won't fall on my rear.
So on Saturday June, 12,
No matter what time of day,
Please mention me to God,
Please, for me, remember to pray.
And the log line that I have settled on, goes something like this:
Fearing he is just like his alcoholic father, a recent widower forsakes God,
and an innocent mistake forces him to face his past and his demons.