Dad always called my daughter, Natalie, an “old soul.” Maybe because she’d listen to his old Julie London and Frank Sinatra records and knew those lyrics better than most of the contemporary music or because she read the poetry he liked, could recite Donald Hall and Pablo Neruda (in Spanish), and even wrote her own poetry that was spellbinding in its ability to discern truth and display a keen knowledge of nature. Continue reading
I am glad that I gave this a day, which added not only distance, but a better perspective. If I had written yesterday, I would have trounced this experience pretty soundly. Today, feeling as though the stress has finally been alleviated, mostly, I can offer a better opinion. Continue reading
Observation: I’m almost frightened to go back and look at the two previously posted days because the typos in this one were so bad…and I’m sure there might be more.
So, you probably noticed that I didn’t write yesterday. It might have been a good thing because I came up with a direction to go in. Yippeee!
Update: I will try to write another passage for today so that I can closer to where I should be, but a cup of tea and sustenance are in order.
Disclaimer: A draft! Maybe a very bad draft! 🙂 Read at your own risk.
Total word count: 18046
for yesterday I would have been behind by: 291. If I don’t write anymore today, I’ll be behind by: 1958.
You can read previous sections here.
Two years ago, although it seems far, far longer ago, I completed a NaNoWriMo novel on my blog with an entry pretty much every day. I think I may have missed one and then had to spew forth a few thousand extra words on another day. Continue reading
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Of course, as I’m shoving the car door shut with my hip, Rufus’ aluminum water bowl goes clanging to the pavement with all of the subtlety of a gunshot. My eyes immediately raise toward Steve who has stopped, tilted his beige hat upward slightly, and is studying me. After all this time, I wonder if he recognizes me. The quick shake of his head tells me, why, yes, he does remember the cousin of the woman who broke his heart. Continue reading
Oh where, oh where, did August go? Continue reading
It feels extremely possible that I just wrote my June wrap-up, like–yesterday, and yet, here we are on the last day of July. I’m digging in my heels so that the summer doesn’t go any faster!
First off, I really felt like I was back in the blogisphere this month despite having two weeks where my body wanted to make me feel miserable, so yay, I was miserably happy?
And, I still seem to love the exclamation points! Woot! Continue reading
So, I have writer’s block. But I don’t have writer’s block. Continue reading