The Agony and the Ecstasy

The story’s in my head

I know my protagonist

With all of his foibles and struggles,

But, oh, the agony of getting it all written down,

His history so rich, details must be doled,

How much in the beginning,

How much backstory to withhold?

I’ll get it right; I know I will

Someday, if I don’t die before,

It will all make sense; I’ll get it out,

And the ecstasy will be

When reading the book

The reader comes to the end,

And proclaims, “It was great!”