The truth before NANO

Table desk with an old pen and candle

Table desk with an old pen and candle

It creeps in around this time of the year

Something I call the NANO fear

When questions and doubt come to a head

The dancing of characters, the call of the dead

They whisper and beacon and speak in the night

No sleeping or slumber with them I may fight

For sanity is waning and the panic is real

To keep it together and learn how to deal

Their stories be calling

Their names etched in stone

The flowing of words from my mind to their home

The pen and the paper the keyboard they roam

My fingers will channel their tales of their home

So I bow to their summons and answer their call

Submit to their ranting and give it my all

The words will be many

The breaks will be few

For NANO is coming

November is due.


About Ana'Gia Wright

Ana’Gia Wright is a firm believer that reading and writing go hand and hand. A Southerner through and through, she loves her peaches and pecans while curling up with a good book. A master of resourcefulness, her love of research leads her down paths of discovery that touch every aspect of her writing. Her love of reading ignited her passion for writing, leading her to frequently fill page after page with tales of her beloved characters’ adventures. An influence and an adversary, she loves to sprinkle facts about her beloved Georgia throughout her fictional worlds. Sneak peeks of her projects, including those by her alter ego Aziza Sphinx, are always available on her website
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