‘Twas the Night before IWSG Day + FREE GIFTS

‘Twas the night before the Insecure Writer’s Support Group Day

When all through the blogosphere

Not a thing could stop us from participating, not even a 5 star meal.

The posts were scheduled and edited with precision

In hopes the Ninja soon would be coming to visit.

Bloggers waited at their desks

while writing insecurities spun in their heads

And Yolanda Renee at Defending the Pen, and I at Write with Fey

had just hit “publish” on our posts for the day.

When deep in my computer I heard a loud whirling,

I launched from my swivel chair to inspect more thoroughly.

Looking at the motherboard I feared a virus,

I shook the mouse, and jabbed numerous buttons.

The crumbs in my keyboard from my late night snack

Fell from the keys when I gave it a whack.

When what to my insecure eyes should appear on the screen,

But Alex J Cavanaugh and eight awesome writers,

With a Linky List of bloggers so long and déjà,

I knew in a moment it must be the Ninja.

More uniform than an army his instructions they followed

And he congratulated and encouraged and tagged them by name

Now Michelle, now L. Diane, now Lynda and Susan!

On Joylene, on J.L., on Arlee and Stephen!

To the top of Blogger, to the top of Wordpress,

Now comment away, comment away, comment away all!

As aspiring authors before the vast internet search

When they encountered an inactive site, at the top of their research,

So up to the blog feed their cursors flew

with an abundance of posts, and Alex, too.

And then in a clicking I heard in my speakers

The following and sharing of all the new members.

As I sat in my chair and pondered every meaning,

Out of the motherboard the Ninja escaped like a genie.

He was dressed all in manuscripts from his head to the ground,

And his papers were all covered with verbs and nouns.

A tangle of wires he had flung on his shoulder,

And he looked like a computer hacker just a little older.

His eyes how they read, his fingers how quick!

His thoughts were like stories, his mind like a whip.

His hands were poised over a keyboard ready to type

And his head was tilted just a little to the side.

The length of a pen he tucked behind his ear

And the ink it spotted his hair like an oil spill.

He had a wealth of information and a gift for advice

That was always spot-on and extremely nice.

He was generous and helpful, a true writer with clout,

And I relaxed when I saw him in spite of my current doubts.

A thumbs up with his hand and a nod of his head

Soon let me know my insecurities would be on the mend.

He spoke only kind words while he went on with his blogging.

And left dozens of comments then started sharing.

And putting his hand high in the air

he gave me a high five, and vanished with a flare.

He hopped to his desk, to his hosts gave a salute

And away they all typed to a chorus of flutes.

But I heard him say through cyberspace,

“Happy IWSG Day to all, and to all a happy face!” J

I hope you enjoyed my poem! 

And here's TWO special FREE gifts for you! 

My publisher put together the "2014 Quick & Easy Holiday Garden Gourmet Cookbook." There are countless recipes for crock pot and 30 minute or less meals. I contributed one that was passed down from my grandmother.  You can also get a spiral bound print copy for just $4. 

FREE eBook! The Wild Rose Press 
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And, of course, our very own anthology, The Insecure Writer's Support Group Guide to Publishing and Beyond is also FREE! I contributed an article called "Mega Character Development Tips."

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!