Version 2
[Verse 1]
Got my Book and Quill, it’s time to write,
In this pixel world, under blocky moonlight,
I’m mining words, digging deep,
Like Hemingway standing, I’m writing on my feet.
Stacking up chapters like cobblestone walls,
Virginia Woolf flow, but my thoughts don’t stall,
Typing with rhythm like a Murakami run,
But no marathon needed, I’m here just for fun.
[Chorus]
Oh, Minecraft nights
Writer’s block fights
Crafting tales
With my Book and Quill
Gonna spill, gonna thrill
Writing my epic in this cubic chill
[Verse 2]
Agatha Christie would approve, no doubt,
Plot twists so tight, I could scream and shout,
Scribbling my secrets on a paper scroll,
But without Kerouac’s roll, just a blocky console.
Toni Morrison magic, crafting each line,
But in my block world, it’s just a pastime,
I build my narrative, brick by brick,
Using digital ink, it’s a writer’s trick.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
George R.R. Martin might think I’m old school,
Using vintage tools in this digital pool,
But with every tap-tap on my keyboard of stone,
I’m creating a saga in my pixel home.
[Verse 3]
It’s a Minecraft memoir, no Hemingway beard,
But each word I write is less weird than feared,
Mining my mind for the perfect phrase,
Like diamonds in dirt, a literary craze.
I type my finale as the creepers hiss,
Every block and sentence, a digital kiss,
Closing the cover on my pixelized book,
The story is done; take a final look.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So here’s to the writers with their quirks and skills,
From Book and Quill dreams to bestsellers’ thrills,
In this Minecraft world, we’re all authors tonight,
Crafting stories block by block, by moon and torchlight.