Twas the Night Before NaNo

Twas the night before NaNo, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the spouse
The pages were stacked by the laptop with care
With hopes that a contract would soon be there
The writers were snuggled, all warm in their beds
As visions of royalties danced through their heads
I with my coffee, and my crit partner with her mints
Had just settled in for the mother of all sprints
When inside my kitchen, there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter
Through the hall, tripping over the trash
I skidded to a stop and saw a bright flash
The clock on the wall gave quite a show
The Cuckoos dancing to let me know
The hour was close, she soon would be here
It was time for the NaNo fairy to appear

- Jus Accardo

“When you are writing, you're conjuring. It's a ritual, and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you're inviting into the room.”
― Tom Waits