Twelve days of nonsense

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:

Twelve poets poeming

Eleven scribes a-scribing

Ten hacks a-hacking

Nine scribblers scribbling

Eight critics slagging

Seven wordsmiths wording

Six authors aut-ing

Five writers' blocks

Four pens out of ink

Three unread novels

Two moldy books

and a writer with nothing sensible to put on her blog.