A Writer’s Silent Night

Published December 24, 2012 by LS Murphy

Welcome to my 3rd annual plagiarism/slaughter of a Christmas classic.

1st annual Twas the Night Before a Writer’s Christmas

2nd annual Write Christmas

and this year’s addition…

A Writer’s Silent Night

Silent night, quiet night

All is eerie without light

That silly muse ignores her child

Panicked writer not tender nor mild.

Words won’t come, no peace.

Words won’t come, no peace.

Silent night, quiet night

Ideas spark at the sight

Of snow and ice drifting down the street

The muse awakens, not missing a beat

Word they flow in ease

Words they flow in ease.

Noisy night, erratic night

Typing fast with all my might

Radiant beams from the computer’s screen

With the dawn of scene after scene.

A novel grows from birth

A novel grows from birth.


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