Storm’s a brewing
Or something’s stewing.
Maybe it’s just a stall
Even if there’s no trouble at all
With the twists, the turns
Having to accept being unsure
Even if there was once a plan
Realizing, theorizing; definitely no revising for
Editing is not allowed; the Inner Critic the weight of a cloud.
Visualizing each word
Etching the scene
Revealing a theme
Then again, could be wrong
Happenstance, detours be short, be long
Even in the best laid plot.
Although, no deleting, revising
Inner Critic, go away
Never darken this November a single day
Because NaNoWriMo charges on
Optimistic against the Pessimistic
Words, words, words – a story grows strong.