One Day to NaNo
It’s one day to NaNo!
(I can’t say the full name. Not today.)
It’s one day to NaNo:
Happy All Saint’s Day Eve!
(I can’t use the regular version. Not today.)
Are you gonna do NaNo, too?
Plotter or pantser?
I’m a planster, myself.
I plan some,
And fly the rest by the seat of my pants.
Or the seat of my pajamas.
(I often type in bed.)
I keep trying to dedicate novels
— Or other bits of fiction —
To things I’m clueless about.
I need to stop doing that.
(So I say, but this year’s is no different.
A rock star discovers he’s got a seven year old son
He never heard about before,
And then his boyfriend the reporter gets offered a better job,
In distant London (in his native land)
And the fledgling family moves across the sea.
And later still, they have another kid,
So the reporter can pass on his genes, too.
Because NaNo. I guess.)
Rambled long enough,
(Yeah, my fiction’s like this, too.)