I woke up with a storm of ideas,

Spinning in my head like a rollercoaster.

Some romantic, some mysterious,

All waiting for me to give them life.

I opened my laptop and stared.

My thoughts turned foggy and blank,

As if drowned in another daydream.

Too lazy to type,

Too tired for voice notes.

The plot lines clashed,

And the headache joined the chaos.

I scrolled. I sighed. Did nothing.

And as always, regret followed,

Another writing goal left untouched.

But then comes the golden day

The one every writer waits for

Ideas flow like a river

Scenes spill page after page

Words don’t hesitate

They run straight through the soul.

Everything clicks,

The world fades,

And by sunset,

The book is done.

Yes, I struggle. I procrastinate.

I doubt myself.

But those rare, perfect days

when it all feels right,

make every lazy moment worth it.

Yes, this is the life of a writer,

A journey of ups and downs,

A mood swing of lazy days

And happy victories.