In which I procrastinate, with apologies to Steely Dan

Um, I guess this is from the POV of the impatient spouse, or perhaps the self-deprecating writer. As you can see, I'm getting a lot of important stuff done this weekend...

Your everlasting edits, oh your will is fadin' fast

So you reach for an expression that you think is gonna last

Well, you wouldn't even know tight phrasing if you held it in your hand

The scenes you call your darlings I can't understand

{Refrain}

Are you reelin' in the rewrites, sloggin' away the time

Are you gatherin' up the adverbs, oh your writing is sublime

Are you reelin' in the rewrites, sloggin' away the time

Are you gatherin' up the cliches, oh your writing is sublime

You've been telling me you're Hemingway since you were seventeen

In all the time I've known you, you haven't published one damn thing 

That book you wrote in college didn't turn out like you planned

The things you put on paper I can't understand

{Refrain}

You've spent a lot of money and you've spent a lot of time

The trips you make to conferences are just to socialize

After all the words you've written now you still don't have a plan

The way you spend your weekends I can't understand