today's the scariest of days --
tonight, the scariest of nights.
our fears? crap words, a lack of praise,
unfinished work, and other frights.
the jack-o-lantern's leery grin
reflects his doubt the story's good
("the plot is pitifully thin --
the characters are stiff as wood.").
we wish the witch would brew a spell
to guarantee a decent book
without an editor (what hell!) --
too bad she's not that great a cook.
don't fear the pricking of the thumbs.
just start --that way a novel comes.
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