Poem: Controlled ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz

Take the draft of your first novel and put it in a drawer and call it published. It’s a limited edition. All copies snapped up. And the drawer

snapped shut. Then get to work on another – if you must. Or if you think you should. Either motivator is valid enough. But save that first load of magic

for your desk-drawer. It really cares. Everything in its righ…