tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178365532011-04-21T19:25:39.720-07:00The space for me to complete my NaNoWriMo project.InterstellarLasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10984889657630212091noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17836553.post-1155932076697211032006-08-18T13:13:00.000-07:002006-08-18T13:14:36.903-07:00

All us little blatherings can be found at http://nakedblathering.wordpress.com. Oh yeah, and we have some new blatherings there to. May the blatherings multiply!

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365 Days: Excerpts from a Life in Progress

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I thought I was leaving you for the day.Turned out, you were leaving me for forever.I thought I'd never love again.Turned out, I was wrong.Saying goodbye to you was hard. Saying thank-you is impossible.So I'll just say goodbye.

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Watch what you say there. It might be junk, but it's my junk. Those are my memories. I remember the telephones. Me downstairs on the stool. My sister upstairs. I'd ring the bell. We'd chat on the phones.I remember the typewriter. I used to type. Just type. Nothing in particular. But what fun to hear the hum of the typewriter, the clicking of the keys, the clacking of the arms as they bounced up

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Give me a topic and I'll write on it. It can be anything. I have a wide array of useless knowledge. And if I don't know about it, I'll find out. And I'll give you my best opinion. I need to purge. But I'm blocked. I have feelings, words, thoughts filled up to here. But they won't come out. They're all occupying the same space. Soon, they'll all be piled up on each other. And one of the stacks

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From today's OneWord exercise:I'm free from him. All the pain he caused is gone. All the tears he brought are gone. I'm free. My soul is flying. Released from those bonds that held me down. I can do anything. I will not let him take me back down ever again. I'm free.

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From today's OneWord exercise:Pushed to my limits. That's what I am. Clean your room! Fold your clothes! Stop tattle-tale-ing! Frustration. It's unnerving. I don't like to yell. But I'm pushed to it. How many times do I have to repeat myself?!? Once. That's it.

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From today's OneWord exercise:He makes me laugh. I feel relaxed. Little things that he does make me smile. He'll say something not meaning to be funny, but it just is. And I love his laugh. It's a great laugh. Full of life and energy. It's real. He's real.

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The start of chapter 1. I don't have a title for the book or for the chapters. I'll have to think on that. The cold wind stung her face and whipped around the stray hairs that poked out of her hat. She lowered her nose into her hand-made scarf and trudged further along the nearly-empty campus. She carried her bag, full of books and lesson plans, across one shoulder. A large, felted bag

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I don't have a tile yet. We'll see how soon I manage to come up with that.My main character is Frankie. She's a college Literature professor. She and two other professors take a group of graduate students on a university study expedition. Her history with the other professors and the actions of the students are the impetus for much of what happens along the way. The group travels to many

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From today's OneWord exercise:As usual, he waited for her at the corner. Watched her walk down the stairs. Watched as she approached him. Watched as she passed him. He inhaled her scent. The smell of her shampoo and soap and lotion all mixed together. Her clean, crisp scent.

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From today's OneWord exercise:And they're gone. Poof. Just one day, from babe in arms to college. Gone. Not forever. They'll always be in your heart. But their presence. Their dependence on you. Their minds. Your time is gone.

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From today's OneWord exercise:She charged that card right on up. No limit spending. Every penny he had would be used to pay that baby off. Expensive shoes. Accessories. Sexy suits. Lingerie. All day long she shopped. Poor man. He shouldn't have crossed her.

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From today's OneWord exercise:Why did the chicken cross the road? To get his football! Yeah, my kids' favorite joke. What it means, I have no idea. They laugh hysterically after delivering the punch line. Don't they realize that doesn't make sense? Where is the humor? Oh yeah. When they laugh, it makes me laugh.

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For the October Alchera project. Writing prompt #1. I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me. The drugs keep me sane. Balance me out. They stop the voices and quiet my demons. It's not my fault that the voices and demons are there. I blame my father for that.Of course daddys are all smiles when you're born. Doctors and nurses are charged

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From today's OneWord exercise:I love me a fried chicken leg. Just the right size for me to bite into. Juicy dark meat. Don't have to open too wide. How many can I eat? I dunno. Maybe three or four. Golden delicious.

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From today's OneWord exercise:It was her job to supply the director with intelligence briefs. Assimilating the information coming in from the various departments, breaking it down into bite size pieces.

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From today's OneWord exercise:Buttery goodness. Rolls. Bread. Doughy concoctions. Sweet, sour, salty. Add jelly. Add honey. Hot, oven fresh. Delicious.

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From today's OneWord exercise:There is no justice in the world. There are those that have and don't deserve it. There are those that have nothing and have the purest hearts. Children go hungry. Women are abused. Families don't have enough to get by.

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From today's OneWord exercise:The smell of rich cocoa wafted across the coffee shop. Her little nose perked up in the air. She craved that rich, chocolatey goodness. "Pretty please Mommy, can I have some." Her little hands wrapped around the warm cup, sipping slowly. Heaven.

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From today's OneWord exercise:The wrinkled hand lay in mine. The softness of it amazed me. Many memories lay in this hand. Many of them good. Some hard and bitter though. Meals made, blankets knitted, hugs given. Love.

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I have submitted a piece to Flashquake. I got a receipt confirmation email from them the other day. I should hear back sometime in November if my piece is selected. We'll see. I have a degree in English. But, my background is mostly in literature and technical writing. The only creative writing class I ever took was a poetry class. That was so damn painful. I love the idea and concept of

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I will use this space to write my NaNoWriMo novel. Check back for updates!

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