A point, a reason, a purpose due.
A thought, a quest, a long pursuit.
A fear, a doubt, a question posed.
A reason for the reader to go.
Entertainment is not enough,
Nor are words puffed up with fluff.
Need to feed the man some strengths,
Some endless longing for his wrong days.
For what does this one man stew?
What is it that he so must do?
Brain is trembling, being all fears, so much time – plot’s still unclear.
Cannot quite touch it yet, need the thought but it’s still wet.
A playboy, a pessimist, a selfish man too,
Fear of love, a heart untrue.
He needs the fame but no King’s glory,
He needs a plot or his story’s boring.
Currently his chapter’s are fun,
A lot of sex, a thoughtful run.
Does his best to escape his needs,
Falls in love with Gnashing’s great weed.
A woman who is beautiful, charming yet, precisely dull.
She’s got a character much like his own – Sweet with words, a heart that’s cold.
His story ends with much betrayal, for the girl who did enable –
Him to meet the antagonist, she brought him to the bad man’s twist.
So what now, what’s all I’ve told?
From what you’ve heard, what quest is known?
I need a plot, a question to pull. I need a purpose, or Adam’s story just lulls.
– Thomas M. Watt