AC and Me - Part II

I Still Had More to Say

I type these words for all to see,

What is really going on inside of me,

My brain is being fried by content ideas,

Lack of creation isn't one of my fears.

Not much money do I make in a week,

Hopefully I've not yet hit my peak.

I used to go outside with the dog and play,

Now I sit at the computer all day.

I've told you about the dirt and the dust,

Now other things to take care of I must.

The dirty dishes are stacked up high,

Some need to be washed, others to dry.

Laundry I've ignored behind a closed door,

It tried to escape through a hole in the floor.

My plants need watering and re-potting real soon,

I have no cleans forks, just one rusty spoon.

Dinner gets fixed by my husband most days,

While I walk around in a confused writers haze.

My phone goes unanswered and rings off the hook,

I wonder when was the last time I read a book.

My neighbors gave up trying to invite me to dinner,

I told them I can't go I'm creating a winner.

I thought I could put AC out of my head,

Oh dear, what next, we're out of bread.

I can't take time to go to the store,

I need to stay home and write a lot more.

AC's on my brain once again and I must confess,

My life's in turmoil and my house is a mess.

I need a vacation, that I've been told,

Oh wait an e-mail, another article's been sold!