Twas the Night Before NaNo

Oct 31, 2023

Hello, lovelies!

Happy Samhain! Happy Halloween! Happy OMG The Merna Annals Books 1 and 2 are WIDE in eBook as of today?! FOR REAL?

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I wanted to shoutout a special friend of mine, Miranda Magick, is also launching her YouTube’s first live stream TONIGHT! Want to join us?

On the other hand. I have a video coming out in a bit that authors might love!

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“Twas the Night Before NaNo”

a remix of “Twas the Night Before Christmas” for authors and writers

by Jenna O’Malley

'Twas the night before NaNo, when all around the world,

Writers and authors were planning to be good creators--hurled

Their fuzzy socks and favorite drinks into place with care,

Knowing their future self would be glad to have them there.

Some are children, some are older, all snug in their heads

That visions of success this month are to bring home bread.

Spouses and loved ones, prepare those snacks,

And get used to approaching us with slack…

When the dishes aren’t quite done or the Christmas bulbs shatter,

And we can only explain the mishap with, “Doesn’t my writing time matter?”

Away are the tech gremlins, banished from my cache,

And welcome are the words racking up my counted stash.

Moonlight or sunlight or room light or lantern light—oh,

Keep brightly spotting on all my characters’ wins and woes.

It’ll be then, halfway through the shifting days and gears,

That I know I’ll find sanity and avoid stares or leers

As I cackle and cheer and sneer with glee

Over every single stumble and self-made victory.

Magic flows through my fingers or are dictated on my behalf,

And I know if I sit too long doing this, I’ll get cramps in my calf.

Sprinting might save my routine this late in the game,

Pomodoro or not, there won’t be tomatoes smeared on my name.

I know that this goal is lofty.

I accept that the goal isn’t for a softy.

Fifty-k in thirty days, wow, what a race to see a new world thrive,

And you, my fellow bardic souls, are going to do more than just survive.

You’re going to win without fail or falter.

Even if you’re a rebel, make this creed your Rock of Gibraltar:

A race to the end of a zero draft this may be,

But I promise this NaNo, I will always take care of me.