Thursday, December 18, 2014

Christmas/Writer Medley/General Silliness

Hark! Show don't tell!
Sweet endings smell.
Write bittersweet,
That's really neat.

Silent as I type,
No talking while I write.
You're too loud,
My ears don't lie
About the racket.
Manuscript = Child
Murder your darlings,
Or suffer slushpile.
Rejections they come, do not wee-eep!
Put the pen down, get some sleep!

Up on the keyboard
Fingers type
Hope this time I get it right.
I before E, 'cept after C?
I can't remember; woe is me!
Oh, oh, no!
This prose blows!
Oh, oh, no!
This prose goes!
Up on the keyboard,
Clack! Clack! Clack!
This prose is a waking nap.

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