Yes, the time has come when authors rally their armies of pens and pencils and march across the great white landscape of paper to complete their masterpieces in hope that they may be hailed through Mr.Gratiaen's door.
While their neigbours begin to prepare the traditional christmas goodies, the haggard writers pour over thier unfinished manuscripts. During the month of December, they live like the proverbial mouse who is led by the haunting music of the Pied Piper. They are enchanted by the various muses who seem to possess them and tend to leave them (probably to enjoy a nap, which the utterly sleep-deprivedwriters may not have had for a long time) at the most critical points, such as when writing a conclusion to the book.
I wish all those tolerant and persevering souls the best of luck on their great literary journey.
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