Writing is a labor of love. In order to transform it into a labor I can get paid for, I am treating it like a job. Putting in a minimum of 12 minutes, Monday-Friday, I will work one hour each week at writing. Here I go!
My cups runneth over with an embarrassment of riches
My milk supply is so plentiful, frankly I’m a little sore
Hot showers and nurse-cations offer fleeting relief
One day this all will be over and I’ll long for it once more