The Writing Process

Who's sitting in the laboratory chair?

The hero who has come to save the day?

Or maybe it's the girl with flaxen hair,

Or damsel in distress, I dare to say?

A man, all dressed in white, comes in the room,

Arrays of clear glass beakers are all his

He eyes the labels 'fear' and 'death' and 'doom'

"Now let's see who this person really is"

A dash of misery, withholding hope,

And acid eats away at self esteem,

"I wonder what's the finest isotope

of heartbreak that will complement the theme?"

The author leaves his office with no doubt

He loves the way his book is coming out.