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Thanks to my friends on Verla's BlueBoard - I wiled away some time this morning, writing a little poem ala 'Twas the Night Before Christmas... people liked it, so I thought I'd share.
'Twas the one-night stand before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a keyboard was tapping, not even the click of a mouse...
The index cards were hung by the computer with care
In hopes that a breakthrough novel soon would be there;
The ideas I needed had all gone to bed
While visions of rejections danced in my head;
My Main character’s actions were all over the map
So I settled down for a brief winter’s nap;
When into my brain, there arose such a clatter
I roused from my sleep to think about the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash
Flipped open the laptop and nearly got whiplash.
The light poured in on it from the new-fallen snow
Giving a luster of hope to the blank page below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear.
But, a glimmer of hope that a new idea was here.
With a little old motion, so lively and quick
Furiously typing so the notion would stick.
More rapid than my fingers the ideas they came
And I whistled and shouted and clicked keys the same.
Now dialogue, now scene break, now action and mixin’s
On plot point, on mystery, on edits and fixin’s!
To the end of the chapter! I was having a ball!
Now dash down more words, dash ‘em down all!
As over-writing, that before the wild editings fly
When it meets with a “darling” that surely must die,
So up to the climax the words, they flew
With a bounty of dialogue and optimism, too.
And then, in a twinkling, maybe more like a poof
The gnawing of doubt, like a pawing little hoof.
As I held up my hand, and was mulling around
A brand new idea hit my brain with a bound
It was sparkly and shiny, not covered with soot
And I knew it was awesome, I shouted a Woot!
It came in complete, and it was right on track
And I knew it was good, not looney or whack.
It’s plot, how it twinkled, it made me so merry!
It’s twisting and turning was sneaky and scary.
The mystery elements kept me in the know
While the reader would be puzzling how it would go.
The doling of clues would be scarce as hen’s teeth
And the route to the answer winds like a grapevine wreath.
Suddenly hunger struck, I needed a trip to the deli
But my intuition said, it’s just food for the belly
Inspiration is much more important to self
I know how illusive it is to myself.
I eyed a half-eaten crust of French bread
Which was better than nothing, I gnawed it instead.
I spoke not a word, and went straight to my work
Typed in all the pages, then pulled back with a jerk
And rereading a particular paragraph of prose
Giving a nod and a save, the file I did close.
I sprang from my chair, to the dog gave a whistle
He ran to my side like a new guided missile.
I put on his leash, and I turned out the light
Happy Writing to all, and to all a good-night!
'Twas the one-night stand before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a keyboard was tapping, not even the click of a mouse...
The index cards were hung by the computer with care
In hopes that a breakthrough novel soon would be there;
The ideas I needed had all gone to bed
While visions of rejections danced in my head;
My Main character’s actions were all over the map
So I settled down for a brief winter’s nap;
When into my brain, there arose such a clatter
I roused from my sleep to think about the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash
Flipped open the laptop and nearly got whiplash.
The light poured in on it from the new-fallen snow
Giving a luster of hope to the blank page below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear.
But, a glimmer of hope that a new idea was here.
With a little old motion, so lively and quick
Furiously typing so the notion would stick.
More rapid than my fingers the ideas they came
And I whistled and shouted and clicked keys the same.
Now dialogue, now scene break, now action and mixin’s
On plot point, on mystery, on edits and fixin’s!
To the end of the chapter! I was having a ball!
Now dash down more words, dash ‘em down all!
As over-writing, that before the wild editings fly
When it meets with a “darling” that surely must die,
So up to the climax the words, they flew
With a bounty of dialogue and optimism, too.
And then, in a twinkling, maybe more like a poof
The gnawing of doubt, like a pawing little hoof.
As I held up my hand, and was mulling around
A brand new idea hit my brain with a bound
It was sparkly and shiny, not covered with soot
And I knew it was awesome, I shouted a Woot!
It came in complete, and it was right on track
And I knew it was good, not looney or whack.
It’s plot, how it twinkled, it made me so merry!
It’s twisting and turning was sneaky and scary.
The mystery elements kept me in the know
While the reader would be puzzling how it would go.
The doling of clues would be scarce as hen’s teeth
And the route to the answer winds like a grapevine wreath.
Suddenly hunger struck, I needed a trip to the deli
But my intuition said, it’s just food for the belly
Inspiration is much more important to self
I know how illusive it is to myself.
I eyed a half-eaten crust of French bread
Which was better than nothing, I gnawed it instead.
I spoke not a word, and went straight to my work
Typed in all the pages, then pulled back with a jerk
And rereading a particular paragraph of prose
Giving a nod and a save, the file I did close.
I sprang from my chair, to the dog gave a whistle
He ran to my side like a new guided missile.
I put on his leash, and I turned out the light
Happy Writing to all, and to all a good-night!
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