I Did It MY WAY

(with apologies to Mr Sinatra! )

or a woman of course!

here's the tune if you wish to sing along
(it sort of fits, you might have to lah lah lah a bit) 

And now, the end is near;

And so I face that final edit.

My friend, I'll say it clear,

I'll state my case, for which I must take credit. 

Rejects, I've had a few;

But then again, too many here to mention.

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each chaptered course;

Each careful step along the writing pathway,

And more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,

I ate rejection up and spat it out.

I chose the font, and wrote the prose...

And did it ....my way!

I wrote, I laughed and cried.

I had my fill; my share of losing.

And now, as plots subside,

I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;

And may I say - not in a shy way,

Oh no, oh no not me,

I wrote it... my way!

For what is a book, what has it got?

If not mainstream, then it has not

To be set aside and be forgot!

Don’t lose the words … you have a choice

Find and use your indie voice. 

And write it your way!