🌕PINK MOON POEM — A WRITER'S LIFE ✍️

Sally Somerton, Island Writer.

The page waits.

It always does,

Calm, composed,

Slightly smug.

Meanwhile,

The writer does not.

There are, at last count,

seven books, maybe more.

Seven Plus!

Not written, you understand.

Not finished. Not published.

Oh no.

Started.

Each one is brilliant, obviously.

Each one demands my attention.

Each one arriving at precisely the moment

Another was about to make progress.

Because why finish a book

When can I begin another?

Outside, the pink moon rises,

Glowing with possibility,

And what feels suspiciously like encouragement.

Or is that mischief?

Because suddenly,

There’s another idea.

Not just a small one, either.

A whole idea.

Characters and plot twists.

A title, maybe.

A story that brings tears to eyes,

You'll see.

I try to resist.

I really do.

I say sensible things like:

“Let’s just complete one manuscript first.”

“Let’s be disciplined.”

“Let’s not open another notebook.”

And yet…

There I am,

Five minutes later,

Making notes.

Writing, it seems,

Is not a linear process.

It is a curious dance between

Inspiration,

Procrastination,

Creative chaos.

And the firm belief

That this new idea,

This one,

Is clearly the one that will change everything.

And perhaps it will.

Or perhaps—

It will join the others,

Resting gently in their almostness,

Waiting for their turn

Under a future moon.

Still, I show up.

I write the sentence.

I follow the thread.

I laugh at myself (occasionally out loud).

Because somewhere,

Between the unfinished drafts,

The abandoned chapters,

And the seventh “final version”

Something real is happening.

I am becoming a writer

who finishes.

Probably right after,

just jotting down one more idea…

Sally x

Sally Somerton, Island Writer.

Writer of island mysteries, midlife adventure and a touch of psychological suspense.

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