In less than a week, NaNo begins.
I’m in a frenzy, tidying up things,
Cooking up ideas, scribbling them down
On stray bits of paper, with a constant frown.
I keep snarling at everyone,
I can’t seem to stop yelling
At every single person or thing
That comes within hearing.
I’m suddenly the wicked witch
Of no small renown,
Who chews heads off people and pets
To decorate her crown.
I’m going bersherk, really,
Trying to plan it all;
To write or not to write
Is the question to forestall.
I’m trying to multitask here;
Why doesn’t anybody understand?
I’m so torn between choices –
Poetry, horror stories or a novel grand.
Who can help me decide what to write?
Who’s going to bolster my courage?
Who’s going to save the world
When I go on a writing rampage?
This is certainly the best of times,
It’s also the worst of them,
For I’ll write through sleepless nights
As ideas continue to overwhelm.