In the spirit of the holidays, I give you a little ditty of mine about the woes of being a struggling writer. MSS is, of course, shorthand for manuscript. Enjoy and may my kitteh help make you ded of the cute this holiday season!The Twelve Days of WriteMSS
aka, The Write-mare Before Christmas
(with apologies to the yuletide spirit)
On the first day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the second day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the third day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the fourth day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the fifth day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the sixth day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Six weeks delaying
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the seventh day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Seven scenes rewritten
Six weeks delaying
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the eighth day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Eight chapters missing
Seven scenes rewritten
Six weeks delaying
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the ninth day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Nine hard drives crashing
Eight chapters missing
Seven scenes rewritten
Six weeks delaying
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the tenth day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Ten pages jamming
Nine hard drives crashing
Eight chapters missing
Seven scenes rewritten
Six weeks delaying
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the eleventh day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Eleven deadlines passing
Ten pages jamming
Nine hard drives crashing
Eight chapters missing
Seven scenes rewritten
Six weeks delaying
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
A cartridge full of black ink.
On the twelfth day of WriteMSS my true love sent to me
Twelve works unfinished
Eleven deadlines passing
Ten pages jamming
Nine hard drives crashing
Eight chapters missing
Seven scenes rewritten
Six weeks delaying
Five weeks til deadline
Four copyedits
Three red pens
Two white reams and
a cartridge full of black ink.
2 comments:
Oh. My. God. That was great!
Damn, now that song is stuck in my head. I need more eggnog.
-Tom Gallier
Wicket's facial expression leads me to believe that she's plotting your downfall for dressing her in that costume ;-)
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