Monday, April 13, 2009

In Which I Face The Fact That I Have Far To Go

Confronted as, I've been, today, anew
Quite baldly with the fact that while I did
Achieve a NaNoWriMo win, I, too,
Did build a teet'ring tower of - I forbid
Myself to name the substance I've in mind
(It's not the truth; there's something I can save.
It's true that to oneself one's rarely kind -
But also true that this will draw no rave
Review from any reader I'd respect).
The talking heads are filler; they can go,
Or morph into some action. I'll reflect
Some upon this ere I rashly throw
Them ALL away, of course; the opposite
Would be as dumb, or dumber, let's admit.

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