NaNoWriMo is almost over! The intrepid soon-to-be novelists have until midnight tomorrow to finish their 50k word count. Then a month of madness will be finished, thousands of new stories will have come to life, and I can actually get a decent night's sleep.
Oh man, I have a lot of words to get through before tomorrow night. Around 7k or so? It's doable for sure but still. A lot of words.
More regular updates will in theory start soon. For now I really should get back to that novel writing thing if I wanna hit my 50k in the next day and a half. Wish me luck?
Until then, you can enjoy this poem that's in my head. One of my characters decided to make reference to it. I dunno, my girl is a smarty-pants apparently? I didn't even remember this thing until she mentioned a line from it. Funny how brains work.
Time Long Past
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,
Was Time long past.
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,
Was Time long past.
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last-
That Time long past.
There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
'Tis like a child's belovèd corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast
From Time long past.
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