I thought it would be a fun little exercise to pen the Twelve Days of Christmas through the eyes of…you guessed it, a writer! So hold onto your fuzzy red hats, let’s Christmas up this bitch!
Sing along with me, won’t you?
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a plot hole that I did not see
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two coffee mugs and a plot hole that I did not see
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me six sales a tanking, five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me seven reviews a dissin’, six sales a tankin’, five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eight ads a failing, seven reviews a dissin’, six sales a tankin’, five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me nine sub-plots waning, eight ads a failin’, seven reviews a dissin’, six sales a tankin’, five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me ten editors weeping, nine sub-plots waning, eight ads a failin’, seven reviews a dissin’, six sales a tankin’, five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eleven tears for wiping, ten editors weeping, nine sub-plots waning, eight ads a failin’, seven reviews a dissin’, six sales a tankin’, five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me twelve backlist novels, eleven tears for wiping, ten editors weeping, nine sub-plots waning, eight ads a failin’, seven reviews a dissin’, six sales a tankin’, five broken dreams, four misspelled words, three day jobs, two coffee mugs, and a plot hole that I did not see.
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