Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Time, that is, for my annual dig at those of you willing to destroy one whole month of the year (and there are only twelve!) in the name of art. In good fun, of course …
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.