“90 percent of everything is crap”—Sturgeon’s revelation
“Hey, blogging ain’t rocket surgery”—someone else
The process of internet blogging, is slogging
Through mountains of oysters, in search of a pearl:
No rockets, no neurons, no surgeon, yet Sturgeon
Sees ten percent good, so you give it a whirl
There’s something that everyone’s missing, dismissing,
But you have a different perspective—a bet—
A hope that your take on this writing’s exciting
An angle that no one has noticed as yet.
The odds are, of course, that you’re boring—ignoring
The dozens of writers who’ve walked here before!
Your cutting-edge concept is, maybe, your baby,
But frankly, your view is a bit of a snore…
Suppose there’s a factor that’s gotten forgotten—
Still, maybe your odds are a million to one
A brilliant perspective –a glorious story—
The numbers suggest it’s already been done
You give it your finishing touches—so much is
Depending on getting each syllable right
One word, and what might have gone viral will spiral
And plummet to earth and explode (well, it might)
You finish your last tiny edit—you’ve said it—
You publish; you’re done; it’s the best it can be…
Then think to yourself, you’re unhappy—it’s crappy
Or maybe you don’t do that. Maybe that’s me.
Cuttlefish says
oops, sorry, had this in the wrong category for a few minutes.
nothere says
Are you having a crisis DC? Even if you decide to quit writing I’m going to keep reading anyway because I think you’re that good.
Cuttlefish says
Nah, no crisis. This is one of those verses that wrote itself; I didn’t know how it would go until it was almost done.
Al Dente says
Sometimes I think Sturgeon was an optimist.
otrame says
Al Dente, Yeah that was the first corollary to Sturgeon’s Law. I forget who said it. Campbell, possibly. He was in a position to know.
ambrosethompson says
I would do this if I had a blog people looked at. :-)
prance my little one
clipped wings of the dear muses
dangled vocal chords