National Novel Writing Month
posted by pylornsToday starts the National Novel Writing Month. So if you’re participating in the contest to hit 50,000 words good luck. I keep looking at my schedule going, “How the hell could I do it”…
“ah what the hell.”
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November 1st, 2005 at 12:16 pm
Remember all good stories start with an off color remark about a dame bursting into your office. You know like “I had just begun to slowly wake from the previous nights whiskey solice. She burst into my office like Hurricane Katrina on the Gulf Coast. My head flooded with a Led Zepplins shows’ worth of light and sound. All I wanted was two asprin and a apple fritter. But she wanted more. She sits down in the chair by my desk. Her eyes ready to over flow with tears like the New Orleans Levvies. She tells me her husband of 21 weeks has disappeared while fishing for pirannah in the Amazon river.”
November 1st, 2005 at 12:24 pm
Lol.. nice. So I can see a book in your future…
November 1st, 2005 at 4:43 pm
pssh. I get a thousand words in and realize i’ve just gone around in a big circle and really have no where to end up. I need a better ending!
November 1st, 2005 at 6:39 pm
today so far, 1436 words.. who knows if i could be that productive tomorrow..
November 2nd, 2005 at 10:14 pm
Before I even started drinking, I knew I would drink too much; some things just work out that way. Water is wet, sky is blue, you know the drill…
I was still passed out on the desk like a sorrowfully empty sack when the dame burst into my office tracking the stink of fear thinly masked by the cheap perfume she was wearing.
A little cold place in my gut told me I was in for it this time, told me this woman would break me and there was nothing I could do about it.
I poured a drink, this time just to feel normal, just to dig in and focus, and she poured out her soul. When she was done I knew the bitch was lying to me, I knew she would get me killed, and I really didn’t care. All I wanted was another drink and maybe a little fresh air.
Too bad I was fresh out of booz and the air reeked of that damn cheap perfume…