Thirty days and thirty nights of writing?
How hard could that be?
But that little nagging voice inside my head keeps 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 have my outline done.
Now, I just have to sit and relax
And wait for the fun.
November 1st comes,
And I can finally start writing.
I 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 going to quit,
The people that do are 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.
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.