An acrostic poem using "secret santa" as the trigger letters.
I handwrote various drafts and then typed it up.
(The typed version is below the image.)
secret santa, I'm out of luck
every scene's sure to suck
chapters crash, darlings die
readers flee, I want to cry
editors refuse my calls
time to bounce off all four walls
should words no more I get to write
alliterate this Christmas night
needless nouns and vapid verbs
tasteless tripe, boring blurbs
an author's life kicked to the kerb
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