'Twas the night before deadline and all through the 'net,
Lots of writers were typing, except for Suzette.
All her research was saved on her laptop with care
In hope that inspiring thoughts would be there.
Suzette sat there yearning for pillow and bed,
while nightmarish worries all danced in her head.
Her MacBook and iPhone sat mute in her lap,
and every attempt she dismissed as, well, crap.
When all of the sudden, a voice rang out, "Hey!
'Tis Mindy, your muse. Why this sad, mopey way?"
Suzette told her muse she had bad writer's block,
So they sat down together and worked through the plot.
Each sentence had substance, each phrase was just right,
Each character quirk made her novel take flight.
Suzette thanked her muse, who proclaimed with a wink,
"You're welcome, Suzette, but you just had to think."
"See, writing is tough. It takes disclipline, too,
But all of these words were inside of you.
Remember, Suzette, don't lose hope or your drive,
Keep typing away, bringing stories alive."
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