‘Twas the night before NaNo
And all through the town
All the writers were waiting
To start the word count
The outlines were done
And the Pansters prepared;
All the keyboards were set
And the pen-tips all bared
The authors were hoping
For the Muse to arrive
While visions of Best Sellers
Were not hard to derive
And I with my coffee
(With more in reserve)
Settled down at my notebook
And heard my cat purr
When on the minute before
November the First
I felt the excitement inside
‘Til my heart was fit to burst
Then the clock struck the hour
And just as planned
The race was on;
NaNoWriMo began
Through the ups of Week One
I cruised through my plot
As characters took shape,
A story was begot
All was going great
And heading down the right track
When came an unforeseen
And unfortunate setback
Its name was Week Two
And down in the mire
My mind was thrust
Without an idea to inspire
I battled the infamous
Writer’s Block
But of my injuries
I had yet to take stock
10K behind!
What a tragedy to behold
So by the end of Week Two
I was not feeling so bold
Week Three hit me
Like a blow to the heart
For the time I had lost
And the words left to start
(The musical came at a most
Inopportune time
For writing a novel was hard
With not much downtime)
In a flash Week Four arrived
Like a thief in the night
And with a glimmer of hope
I saw the end was in sight
But alas! My failure
Was imminent, I fear
For I was so far behind
And December so near
In despair I clutched
At my novel’s beginning
And knew there was no hope
Of this year’s winning
So with a grand heavy sigh
I put my book on a shelf
And tried to find a way
To be pleased with myself
Another year done
And November gone by
Without a finished manuscript
Just another failed try
But I told myself
Not to shed a tear
For this NaNo was crazy
Besides, there’s always next year...