Procrastinator I might be,
Apathetic most definitely,
ADD all but pronounced,
Broken, lost and trounced.
Despite all this disarray,
Year end I come away,
One thousand books sold,
And not a sales bone do I hold.
What will next year bring?
Will a novel be the thing,
That next hold my mind,
Or have I flatlined?
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