To edit or Netflix: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to edit,
Pour hours into a novel for publishing,
Or to waste all on Netflix -procrastinate-
And so achieve nothing? To Edit: to write;
And by write, I mean stare at my monitor
Reading words that lose their meaning so quickly
As they blur into each other, tis a waste
Again we find ourselves. To Netflix, to chill;
To chill: perchance to relax: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that relax state what time may pass
when a TV show is complete, finished,
Must give us pause: chance to reflect
On what we must then next do after it;
For who would bear the sad after show blues,
The next season, provided it is now out,
The pangs of despised love, we dedicate,
The insolence of TV and the spurns
That patient we unworthy folks must be,
Time he could have spent editing his novel
Could have been put to use? Who do edits bear,
To grunt and sweat under computer heat,
But that the completion of something done,
The fulfilment that awaits an author
Only when the work is done, not before,
And makes us suffer through many blank screens
Is it not better than after show blues?
Thus discussion does provide an answer;
The analysis of the situation
Is overcast with what is right and wrong,
But the decision has not been made lightly
With all prospects taken into account,
And so stake reputation on the choice,
The great Netflix it is! Vice, is good TV,
May all my sins be forgiven for it.
