Two years, eight months and eighty books later …

Two years and eight months ago
I thought it would only be a summer fling
When I reached out for a pen and started writing
I didn’t think it would last more than a few pen strokes

Two years and eight months ago
I started writing and didn’t stop
Line by line and page by page
And I thought I would stop after the book was done

Two years and eight months ago
I started carrying my pen everywhere
And the urge to write got stronger and stronger
And I started to realize it wasn’t just a summer fling

Two years, eight months and eighty books later
I’m still writing and know for sure
That writing is a lifetime commitment
And my pen and I are here to stay

Arleen Amidjaja
17 Oct 06
20:15