Yesterday, I validated my word count in NaNoWriMo camp. This means that somehow after not having any idea as to where my plot was going, I wrote a very rough draft of my novel. Holymoly. I was not expected to have so much fun. I know that sounds odd, but I was expecting myself to be dragging my feet through word counts, watching that obnoxious number slowly rise. Instead, I got tangled in plot lines and character development and exceeded my own goal. I’ve got to say, the most rewarding piece of this whole experience was my cabin. It was awesome to have people to bounce ideas off of and to encourage me to continue on when I did trip up. I’m slightly dreading editing, as I usually do but still, I am excited for the next camp.
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Eek…so as a retail associate during Christmas, November was not ideal for me to write a novel in and I’ll give you this, I was petrified. However, I’ve taken a chance and joined NaNoWriMo Camp! On April 1st, novel writing shall begin! Am I entirely sure about my plot? Not really but here goes nothing!
Freedom in each drop of sweat,
Struggle is a necessary piece of the puzzle.
The music pumps louder,
energy running through my veins,
A rush like no other,
Life seems brighter now.
[Author’s Note: Will edit much more later, but have to go for now.]
My wife and I were curled up under the covers and were getting ready to fall asleep when I heard the front door open. This would be acceptable, even normal, if we had a teenage child who wasn’t home yet or any children at all for that matter…or even a dog. No, my wife and I live alone. I wrapped myself up in a robe and headed for the door.
[Note: Apologies for not posting yesterday. Didn’t have time to get online and post it but I will post twice today. This piece is a very rough draft of a piece I’d like to submit at some point. It doesn’t have an introduction yet. Feedback is highly appreciated.]
Professionalism has gone out the window. It’s not to say that we are not trying, but the execution could use some work. We seem more like a family that child services are frequently called to visit. Mom is usually hiding from the kids outside, smoking a cigarette and praying that her nagging mother in law will disappear. I can’t tell what will harm her first, the cigarettes or the impending breakdown. Continue reading
Isn’t it slightly sadistic to have fall be your favorite season? I mean you are reveling in the beauty of somethings death. I guess I just don’t find death beautiful. I don’t really think it is something that I can cope with. I work in a funeral home. You’d think I’d be able to cope, even understand, death it’s because of my career. But no. I can’t handle it. I know everyone at some point learns how to cope with death but I’m not there yet and I don’t know how to get there. I don’t know how people just accept that everything you care about will be gone.
But you can’t just up and leave the family business, even if it leaves you teetering on the edge of a breakdown. See, if you are a guy, you can do whatever you want. Your role is to pass on the family name. If you marry a woman who can’t have kids, you don’t want kids or heaven forbid are gay, you’ll cause the end of the world. Yep. That’s the logic of my family. Intense much? I agree. Now imagine what happens when the family’s livelihood actually depends on your career.
Hello and welcome to Cured With Words. This is where I will be posting my writings as part of a challenge. I have decided to challenge myself to write every day and post it here. The writing may be something from a prompt I found, a story I’m working on or a scribble I thought needed to be written out. Here goes nothing!