Twas the night before NaNo

A ML from another region wrote this up and has offered to share. I had a few chuckles from it and thought the rest of you might enjoy it. :)

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'Twas the night before NaNo, when all through the house
Not a keyboard was typing, not a click of a mouse.
The stickers were hung by the writer with care,
In Hopes that a Novel, soon would be there.

The Editors were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of red pens, danced in their heads.
with Chris Baty in his viking hat and I in my shirt,
All the wrimo's world wide, sat waiting to work.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my writing spot, to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the window, threw up the sash.

The moon was big, with a very bright glow
and it looked like a screen that had something to show.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a story and eight characters.

With a little plot arc, so lively and round,
I knew in a moment, "My Novel - I've found!"
More rapid then eagles the chapters they came
and the story whistled and shouted and called things by name,

"Now characters, Now plot arcs, now storylines and more,
"On conflict, On turmoil, On plot twists galore.
To the top of the plot line, to November's 50K
Now write away, write away, write away today."

As dead words before the wild month fly,
When they meet with a Muse and mount to the sky
So up to my desk top these coursers, they flew
with a slew full of ideas, and my muse too.

And then in a twinkling I heard on my desk
The smattering of words, taking one last rest.
As I drew in my hand and was turning around
Appeared, did my muse, in one single bound.

It was dressed in all words, from its head to its foot
and its clothes were all tarnished with erasure gook.
Its bundle of stories were flung on its back
And it looked like Chris Baty - What's up with that?

Its eyes how they shimmered, Its dimples how scary,
Its cheeks were all blustery, its smile so merry.
Its droll little mouth was drawn up like an "oh"
And not a beard on its chin, that'd be freaky, ya know?

The stump of a pencil it held tight in its teeth,
And punctuation encircled its head like a wreath.
It had a bright face and a round cuppa coffee
That shook when it laughed, without ever sloshing.

It was awkward and lumpy, a right crazy old elf
And I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself.
A wink of Its eye and a twist of Its head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

It spoke not a word, but went straight to my desk
And It looked at my blank page then said, "Surely you Jest"
Laying its fingers aside of my keys, It winked at me once,
And slid inward with ease.

It sprang on my screen, to the words it gave whistle
and away they all flew to it, like the down of a thistle
But I heard it exclaim, err it faded into the night
"Happy NaNo to all, tonight you shall write!"

- C.A. Dubois October 31, 2009

Insanely Yours,
Cylithria aka eensybeensyspider
Co-ML: United States::Michigan::Flint
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Julieann Dreamer
http://jamarlow.com
Nano 2009: Into the Forest Shadows
Nano 2008: The Phoenix Eggs: WON
Nano 2007: The String Weavers: WON!