The Ghostwriter’s Holiday Tale

‘Twas the night before writing, and all through the air,
Ideas were swirling, a plot to prepare.
The notes were all scattered, the structure unclear,
In hopes that a ghostwriter soon would appear.

The author lay tossing, their vision half-formed,
With dreams of a bestseller ready to be born.
While characters waited, untold in the mist,
And the plot begged for twists no reader could resist.

When out of the blue, there arose such a tapping,
A ghostwriter arrived, their keyboard a-clapping!
They unpacked their craft with a smile so bright,
And dove into the project with lyrical might.

“Now pacing, now style, now arcs that compel!
On tension, on dialogue, on tales to retell!
To the heart of the story, the soul of the theme,
Let’s write it together—a reader’s dream!”

With fingers like magic, they flew through the prose,
Adding richness and meaning wherever it goes.
From chapter to chapter, the story took shape,
Each sentence so vivid, no detail escaped.

The author looked on with growing delight,
Their vision transformed, the words now just right.
The characters sparkled, the plotlines now soared,
And every last page left readers wanting more.

Then the ghost gave a wink, their work now complete,
And left the tale polished, a literary feat.
But I heard them exclaim as they closed up the draft,
“Happy writing to all, and may your stories last!”