
For years I have seen November advertised
As the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), I have fantasized
About writing a 50,000 page novel of my own
After all, on a steady diet of fiction I have grown
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Every year, as autumn rolls around I entertain various ideas in my mind
That could turn into a full-length novel in case enough motivation I find
To actually participate in this challenge- I allow myself to dream
About writing s few pages every day, even though quite daunting it seems
Except that I cannot think of a story worth telling
None of the ideas in my head seem compelling
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By the time November comes around, I have become indifferent
To the idea of writing a novel, I have lost the motivation and intent
To write anything actually because I am occupied
In preparations for the holidays, that is where my creative energy gets applied
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I still fantasize about writing after I retire
To write a complete book is what my mind desires
Except that I do not know when that would be
Retirement is nowhere in the near future, unfortunately
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I’m definitely not writing a novel, let me just read a good one
And stick to writing my poems the way I’ve always done

Yes to writing your daily poems!
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