The Writer’s Psalm
The BOOK is my shepherd; I shall not lack.
It makes me to sit my ass down daily: it leads me to consume caffeine.
It restores my soul: it leads me in the paths of outlining for my sanity’s sake.
Yea, though I face the threat of due dates, I will fear no evil: for my editor is with me; her notes and her edits they comfort me.
My book prepares a table before me in the presence of my critics: it anoints my head with ideas; my cup runs over.
Surely research and wordcount shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the BOOK forever.