NaNoWriMo

Thirty days and thirty nights of writing?

How hard could that be?

But that little nagging voice inside my head kept saying,

"Just you wait and see."

50,000 words in a month,

That's no sweat.

I will bet you anything

That I can do more than that.

It is already October,

And I got my outline done.

Now, I just have to sit and relax

And just wait for the fun.

November 1st comes around,

And I can finally start writing.

I quickly jump to my computer,

And frantically start typing.

So many words come out,

So many things my characters can say and do.

This is going to be easier than I thought,

But how little I knew.

Thousands and thousands of words come out,

And my plot begins to thicken.

There is no way I am ever going to quick,

The people that do are just being chicken.

A few weeks in,

And I finally hit my wall.

My word count has stayed the same

And all my ideas begin to fall.

I only have half of my words,

And not enough plot to finish it.

I really don't know how people do this,

I am about ready to give up and quit.

There is no way I can finish,

But yet I can't be beaten by book.

So I muscle up some strength,

And give my story a whole new look.

By the end of the month,

I have finally done it.

50,000 words,

And have little to show for it.

I have won,

And that is all that matters,

But after a month with no sleep

A nap sounds so much better.

After a month of novel writing,

I only learned one thing.

Writing novels isn't for everyone,

And I should stick with poetry.

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