An Ode To Nano
Even though NaNoWriMo isn’t until next month, I’m getting searches for it, so I guess it’s time to repost my Ode to NaNoWriMo. I’m excited to say that I will be participating this year. Woohoo! It’s been a few years, but I’m ready to tackle it again. For any of those who are interested, you can find me here: Dannigrrl
An Ode to NaNo
By Clement Clark Moore and Danielle La Paglia
Twas the night before NaNo when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for this louse;
NaNo badges were stuck to my corkboard with care,
In hopes that midnight would not soon be there.
The family was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of word counts danced in my head;
My family in bed without so much as a gripe
And I’d just settled my fingers for a long winter’s type,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tripped over the cat, hit my head on the glass
The moon on the breast of the newly cut lawn
Gave the luster of midday as I stifled a yawn,
When what to my blood shot eyes should appear,
But a noveling machine and eight volunteers,
With a lightening novelist, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Chris.
More rapid than deadlines his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name:
“Now Writers! Now, Poets! Now, Creators of Fiction!
On, Authors! On, Critics! On Masters of Diction!
To the depths of your caves! Or your desk in the hall!
Now type away! Type away! Type away all!”
As fresh ideas that before a blank page fly,
When they meet inspiration and mount to the sky,
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
The machine full of plots, and St. Christopher, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard, it’s no joke
The clicking and clacking of each tiny keystroke.
As I rubbed my sore head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Chris Baty came with a bound.
He was dressed all in NaNo gear, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all covered with toner and soot;
A bundle of plots he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a student just opening his pack.
His eyes – how they twinkled! So shiny and blue!
A fanatic at heart, from that look, I just knew!
His thin lipped mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the shine on his head gave off a soft glow;
An “All Star” sticker held tight in his teeth,
A golden halo encircled his head like a wreath;
By his side Chris Angotti and even Ms. Lindsey
Who help with young writers, as well as Script Frenzy.
No Plot? No Problem! tucked under his arm,
But the thermos of coffee is what gave him his charm.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And filled up my pages; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney they rose;
He sprang to his plot machine, to his team gave a shout,
And away they all flew to help more NaNos no doubt.
But I heard him exclaim, as they flew like a shot,
“Happy NaNo to all, and to all a good plot.”