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the middle's the rubby Suzanne Palmer(all rights reserved) I've written a novel, it's all I could want Nine hundred pages in a very small font. I've got rogues and ruffians and characters new And imaginary friends from when I was two. The first fifty pages are rousing indeed As my Hero discovers his Call to the Deed The last fifty pages are equally spry When at last is revealed the who and the why. Though utterly brilliant, there's one flaw I see-- I can't figure out what the middle should be... It needs bold adventure, suspense and gore And plotterly intrigue all sure not to bore Gold should be found, and loves must be lost! And fierce battles won at very great cost But my muse has fled early, abandoning me With no way to get from point A to point Z I sit at my screen and I think how to write it But nothing comes, through I try not to fight it Three hundred blank pages, staring at me As I pound and I pound the delete-it-all key Beginnings are easy, endings are too, But the middles are brutal. How so for you? |