I bought a little stuffed doll (my NaNoWriMo totem! I finally got one!) from a woman who was selling hand-made quilts, bibs, holiday vests she had made from the back of her car in the middle of rural North Carolina yesterday. Pinned to the doll’s chest was a piece of paper with this poem:
When you want to climb the wall,
And stand right up and shout.
There’s a little Dammit doll
You cannot do without.
Just grasp it firmly by the legs,
And find a place to slam it.
And as you whack the stuffing out
Yell Dammit, Dammit, Dammit.
If Dammit’s not a word you say
Then twist its little neck
And grumble out repeatedly
Oh Heck, Oh Heck, Oh Heck.
And once you’re done abusing it
Just sit it on the shelf.
But hug it first, as I’d hug you
If I were there myself.
I just thought I’d share my Dammit/NaMo doll with you this morning. Now start writing. 🙂