She's a Maniac (on the Keyboard)

I'm taking June off to go to Virginia and Disneyworld with the family before Rob deploys, so today, I present you with a song parody for writers!

To Flashdance--She's a Maniac.

Just a small town girl on a Saturday night
Plotting out the fight of her life
In the real-time world no one sees her at all
They all say she’s crazy

Locking phrases to the beat of her heart
Changing adverbs into verb
She has written into the danger zone
Where the plotter becomes the plot

It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you’re crafting
What will and will not be

She’s a maniac, maniac on the keyboard
And she’s typing like she’s never typed before
She’s a maniac, maniac on the keyboard
And she’s typing like she’s never typed before

On the prose-filled line of sanity
It’s a place most never see
It’s a hard-won place of mystery
You can read it but can’t hold it

We write our all our lives for that moment in time
It can come or pass us by
It’s the reader’s choice but there’s always a chance
If the hunger stays alive

There’s a cold creative heat
Struggling, stretching phrases sweet
Never stopping
With her fingers on the keys

She’s a maniac, maniac at the bookstore
And she’s typing like she’s never typed before
She’s a maniac, maniac in Kindle’s store
And she’s typing like she’s never typed before

Keyboard solo-clacka clacka

It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you’re crafting
What will and will not be

She’s a maniac, maniac on the keyboard
And she’s typing like she’s never typed before
She’s a maniac, maniac on the keyboard
And she’s typing like she’s never typed before