I Never Expect
I never expect to write a thing -
Certainly not another thing.
I lie in bed,
Teeth brushed, face clean,
A Håkan Nesser* in my hand.
On page a hundred five
It’s come alive.
Before that it was heavy -
Just a little dense for me.
At my side
With pencil, tiny bedside pad;
I whittle one or two sharp-witted titillating titles
With a bibble babble text to follow;
Who knows what I’ll tweak tomorrow?
I’ve rubbed up 'gainst the Nesser lamp,
Borrowed just a bit of brilliance,
Unashamed to put his stamp,
Take that loan and use it as my own,
Which name, of course,
I’m merely grateful for each phrase
That comes to pass.
*Hakan Nesser Swedish author of crime fiction.
Writing is a creative process, and you need to have the doors and windows of your mind open so that you have the possibility of change. -- Håkan Nesser