To the Independent writers who charge each New Year,
With a fresh boost of confidence overpowering the cheer.
We lower our brows and draw conscious breath,
There’s no room for stagnancy we’ll write till the death.
The independent road’s rough, it’s yet to be paved,
We hustle and work to make our own way.
Our bodies know nothing of rest or of sleep,
Our brains are too busy to let in the weak.
Sometimes we’re distracted and sometimes we get weird,
Our projects have tendency to be permanently seared.
Our characters take over our personalities and minds,
We can never escape them its all part of the grind.
As the New Year approaches so does that itch,
And the confidence is cranked to make 2018 our BITCH!!