Houston, We Have a NaNoWriMo Go
The accouterments of writing are all here: laptop, note pad, pot of coffee, bottle of aspirin, comfortable slippers, pipe. If I was Hemingway, I’d need a bottle of JD number 7, but I think that’s more appropriate for the second week.
…it was a dark and stormy night…
I have everything I need. I even have time. Precious time. I am on vacation this week. No distractions from the office, nothing to focus on except characterization and plot. All I have to do is start typing the damn thing. Can you already sense the hostility? By the end of this month, I fear I will hate my creation, and like that other creator of a monster, I will end up like Dr. Frankenstein trying to destroy it. Either that or the other members of my household will be forced to attack me with torches and pitchforks. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
For now, I just need to start, so here goes. “It was a dark and stormy night.” Hmmm. Perhaps I should catch the next muse. That last one seemed a little rickety.
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