Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Lines Written on October 31
Farewell, my friends from NaNoWriMo,
I won’t be seein’ you as of tomorrow.
You’ll be obsessing over daily quotas,
And I won’t care more than — 2 iotas.
You’ll eschew that dreaded delete key,
And I will nap beneath a pine tree.
You’ll develop eye rings like bruises,
I’ll be cavorting with my muses.
In the end you’ll shelve that hurried novel,
And back to your family you’ll grovel.
Ultimately, my November’s happy,
While yours, I really have to think, is crappy.