Why?
Because someone had to.
And I'm feeling no shortage of self-mockery, (ETA) despite the fact that I have not yet signed up for another exchange. I think it may be was only a matter of time.
But mostly because pokeystar sent me an evil filk bunny. That's how all the trouble starts.
I humbly present:
The Exchange Writer's Lament
Sung to the tune of “Cain’t Say No” from Oklahoma.
With mostly proper grammar and a classical allusion because we are writers, after all. :D
It’s not so much a question of not knowing what to write-
My restless muse sometimes needs to be stomped.
I read a lot of stories and Athenean fires burn bright,
Especially when I see a juicy prompt.
To play, I know a lot of time’s required.
But when the sign-ups open, I’m inspired!
I’m just a scribe who can’t say no.
You’ll recognize my whine.
I will enroll at the get-go,
Just when I ought to decline.
When my favorite gift exchange starts up,
I know I ought to focus on my piece.
But then someone starts a Fuh-Q-Fest,
My narrative assignments will increase.
I’m not forgetting what I owe,
I’m just a person of range
Who’s fond of pairings strange
Tempted by every exchange
I can’t say no!
What am I to do when they tempt me with Lucius?
Am I Confucius? What am I to do?
I don’t want to be a writer bitter as tansy,
Not writing Ron/Pansy. What am I to do?
And now that I’ve a hankering for stories with Snape
Where he’s got to have Luna or die,
What am I to do with the Snuna Exchange?
Sit idly by?
I’m just a scribe who can’t say no.
Plot bunnies always in mind.
Constantly craving that warm glow
When my new prompts are assigned.
For a while I write with focused force
And bang out several thousand words anon.
But then halfway through I feel remorse
And want to start anew another one!
I can’t resist a neat tableaux.
Abstinence? Never! I can’t!
Extensions! I beg you, please grant!
Please be my Agony Aunt?
I can’t say no!
And I'm feeling no shortage of self-mockery, (ETA) despite the fact that I have not yet signed up for another exchange. I think it may be was only a matter of time.
But mostly because pokeystar sent me an evil filk bunny. That's how all the trouble starts.
I humbly present:
The Exchange Writer's Lament
Sung to the tune of “Cain’t Say No” from Oklahoma.
With mostly proper grammar and a classical allusion because we are writers, after all. :D
It’s not so much a question of not knowing what to write-
My restless muse sometimes needs to be stomped.
I read a lot of stories and Athenean fires burn bright,
Especially when I see a juicy prompt.
To play, I know a lot of time’s required.
But when the sign-ups open, I’m inspired!
I’m just a scribe who can’t say no.
You’ll recognize my whine.
I will enroll at the get-go,
Just when I ought to decline.
When my favorite gift exchange starts up,
I know I ought to focus on my piece.
But then someone starts a Fuh-Q-Fest,
My narrative assignments will increase.
I’m not forgetting what I owe,
I’m just a person of range
Who’s fond of pairings strange
Tempted by every exchange
I can’t say no!
What am I to do when they tempt me with Lucius?
Am I Confucius? What am I to do?
I don’t want to be a writer bitter as tansy,
Not writing Ron/Pansy. What am I to do?
And now that I’ve a hankering for stories with Snape
Where he’s got to have Luna or die,
What am I to do with the Snuna Exchange?
Sit idly by?
I’m just a scribe who can’t say no.
Plot bunnies always in mind.
Constantly craving that warm glow
When my new prompts are assigned.
For a while I write with focused force
And bang out several thousand words anon.
But then halfway through I feel remorse
And want to start anew another one!
I can’t resist a neat tableaux.
Abstinence? Never! I can’t!
Extensions! I beg you, please grant!
Please be my Agony Aunt?
I can’t say no!