An Author’s Christmas Letter

Having last year’s production drop,

Procrastination and laziness nonstop,

I resolved to make this year better,

By trudging onward, letter after letter.

January first I vowed

To make my judgmental side proud,

And meet my daily word count,

Surpassing last year’s amount.

Then February came.

With no one to blame,

I have an excuse.

Something happened to my muse.

And that’s all I got.

I told you it’s naught;

My creativity was gone,

My patience not long.

But in March out burst 90 pages.

Though I struggled through these dark ages,

One in the Hole Issue Two

Came out without too much ado.

Theatre was a time suck.

I felt I was stuck.
I avowed to drop it.

But it’s not easy to quit.

One last play, I told myself.

No more commitments on my shelf.

And then something terrible occurred.

I met some jerk and fell in love.

Heartbreak destroyed me, I’ll admit.

My summer was spent in a deep black pit.

But I found some light in that tunnel.

For distraction, my goals were funneled.

Productivity returned and with ambition.

I turned 25, renewed in my mission.

Novel edited, short stories wrote,

I found control, became afloat.

November brought some new followers and friends.

My day-job closed, my employment ends.

New Years brings new possibilities

Which unfortunately means new responsibilities.

There are things I wish,

Things I know I won’t finish,

And things I fear,

But as for this past year…

All’s well that ends well.

Merry Christmas everyone!