This week’s Friday Fiction is hosted by Yvonne “Vonnie” Blake at her lovely blog, My Back Door. Click here to read and share more great fiction!
Author’s Note: Having a crazy week-with so many changes, some good, some bad and Eira and DP will have to wait a bit before I can get back to them. This week, I’m featuring a hilarious little slice of NaNo life, titled “Ode To NaNo” and written by the creative Danielle LaPagila, who graciously allowed me to feature it during NaNo. Read, comment and enjoy! (and happy writing this weekend!)
Twas the night before NaNo when all through the houseNot 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 count widgets danced in my head;My man went to bed without so much as a gripeAnd 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 glassThe moon on the breast of the newly cut lawnGave 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! To 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 jokeThe 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 were the trusty Tavia and LindseyThat 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 in doubt.But I heard him exclaim, as they flew from their spot,“Happy NaNo to all, and to all a good plot.” ^_^