Unpublished

I push my silver rimmed glasses back into place
The lamp on my desk stands
Waiting for me to turn it on
I lean over and flick the switch
Light illuminates my desk
I'm instantly stressed by a multitude of scattered papers
Nothing is in order
"I guess I should sort these..."
I reluctantly start with the papers on the right
These are manuscripts for books that sadly never came to be
Each one rejected harshley
I neatly put then in a stack and breathe a sigh of relief
I look over and start sorting the papers on the left
These papers are of a manuscript I am currenlty working on
I'm trying to perfect it
For I do not want to be rejected again
I'm writing about a boy who rejects anyone who tries to get close to him
However one day he meets a girl who changes his view of the world
Like he has never thought of before
And that is about all I can say
I know this sounds cliche
However I am putting my all into this book
Hoping one day to put the joy I have in these characters
Into the hearts of millions
With this resolve I get my pen out and start writing
©kamen1