The second of November, the day of the dead
and here I sit wrestling words from my head.
It’s day two of NaNoWriMo;
One thousand words down; Forty-nine thousand to go.
I need to write faster. I need to write more.
By midnight tonight, I should be at 3 -3-3-4.
Long days and late nights,
forget showers, just write!
Word after word appears on the screen
as I lay down the prose of a steamy sex scene.
Keep writing, keep counting, keep rocking this story;
Hell bound and hell bent for 50-k glory.