By Oz Author, AA Bell

I was on my mother’s knee
When she first sang tales to me
Of babes in trees; rocked, falling…
Horror Genre. It was calling.

I was on my toddler’s feet
Off and missing down our street
With cars and dogs; tripped, falling…
Action Genre. It was calling.

I was on the swings at school
Where the bullies always ruled
In gangs of threes; punched, falling…
Justice Genre. It was calling.

I was at my nanna’s grave
Where I tried to be so brave
then saw her ghost; stunned, falling…
Spec Fic Genre. It was calling.

I was in the mall with friends
Dared to streak to make amends
Past guards and cops; nabbed, falling…
Humor Genre. It was calling.

I was throwing out my toys
When I first bumped into boys
His hands, his lips; kissed, falling…
Romance Genre. It was calling.

I was hunting for a job
One more face amongst the mob
My boss, a rogue; sacked, falling…
Mainstream Genre. It was calling.

I was sobbing on the street
Blind to all the passing feet
My life in chalk; rain, falling…
Mixing Genres. It was calling.

I was tapping at my screen
Keeping all my stories lean
I signed a deal; stopped falling
Now my editor. She’s calling.