Wednesday, February 16, 2011



Hours spent in quiet self-loathing
Putting finger to key in hopes of a break
Words deceive like wolves in sheep’s clothing
Every typo revealed, every mistake

Perfection is subjective, or so it seems
Tastes range from the norm to the absurd
For vampires and werewolves publication reigns supreme
And dreams of originality take to the sky like a determined bird

New concepts are revealed in painstaking detail
Hopes for approval, for acceptance run high
But shattered dreams and plans derail
Marketing new and bold is not something to try

I’m sorry but this just isn’t right for us…

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