This was a triumph
I finished my novel
HUGE SUCCESS
It's hard to over state my satisfaction

I'm done nanowrimo
I've written a book because I can
Fifty thousand words this month
Except the ones who have failed

But there's no sense crying over spelling mistakes
Now it's time to edit - this will be a headache
Though the novel draft is done - don't want to read it, won't be fun
But at least I'm still a-live


I hope I can sleep now
I drank more caffeine than what was safe
I wonder if my family went and left me

I'll show them my novel
I hope they won't throw it in a fire
Maybe they - will e - ven say - "I am so happy for you"

Now my book has plots that don't really make sense
And the prose is boring and some of it is dense
I don't really have a style, and the writing's juvenile
But at least I'm still a-live

This month almost killed me
I don't want to touch the book at all
Need to figure out what I should do with it

Maybe I'll Publish!
THAT WAS A JOKE HA HA FAT CHANCE
Anyway this bed is great, don't think I've seen it this month

Look at me avoiding this draft I just wrote
I don't think it's any good, I can't sit around and gloat.
But the writing is done, and december has begun
Am surprised I'm still alive.

PS: Can you believe it I'm still alive.
PPS: I need my bed and I'm still alive
PPPS: It was FANTASTIC and I'm still alive

Final Thought: Anyone care that I'm still alive.

Final Thought PS: Where are my friends? I Am still alive.

STILL ALIVE

STILL ALIVE