Through NaNoWriMo craziness a novel will emerge.
It may be boring, bland, and stink, but onward you must surge.
When you reach that magic number fifty thousand long,
You'll emerge and greet all others, standing straight and strong.
A novelist you have become, no one can deny.
Numbers you have entered in, they prove you do not lie.
Your story, though it be a mess with plot holes big as canyons,
You are in good company with all of your companions.
But now the work has just begun, with rewrites and revisions.
Until the story take the shape you've seen within your visions.
The last few words will bring a mix of sadness and delight.
Though long and hard the path may be, there's joy in writer's life.