Well we are now five days into the month of November. For some of us our word counts are climbing and our works are reaching new heights of literary awesomeness. For others the first few days have been a sisyphiean struggle just to move the word counts along.
Personally, I’ve had a fairly good month so far.
Continue reading NaNoWriMo 2014: Day 5
Those of you who have followed me for a while know that I took on the National Novel Writing Month challenge in 2011 (epic fail) and 2012 (near win). Last year with my changing jobs in the beginning of November I thought it was a bad idea to try.
Not so this year. I’m geared up and ready to go!
While I am going for the 50,000 words in the month, I will most likely be working on several projects rather than a single novel. Still 50k of new words on ‘paper’.
This year is going to go great. To add extra cool to it, my eldest daughter is taking part under the auspices of the Young Writer’s Program.
So any of you guys going to give NaNoWriMo a try?
Repeatedly you check the belt across your lap is fastened.
A few quick jerks at the safety bar in front of us, seeing if it is secure.
The breaks release.
You grip the bar, knuckles white.
I turn and ask a question.
Continue reading Weeeeeeee: Gargleblaster #183
Well it’s the now the second weekend in October and Autumn has definitely arrived here in central Iowa. Cool days and down right Cold nights, with frost on the ground in the morning. Signs are showing that winter is on its way.
The leaves are turning and yesterday we took the kids out to rake the yard (and jump in the piles). We are still hoping to fit a family trip to one of the local pumpkin farms before the season ends. We also plan on going to the Night Eyes “trick or treating” event at our local zoo.
What Fall traditions do you all have?
I looked back in the distance at the smoke that rose from the wreck of my still burning fighter.
All my emergency gear trapped inside that blazing inferno, beyond reach.
I glance again at the tree with the odd florescent orange fruit.
Continue reading Fruit: Gargleblaster #178
The humid summer air filled the bedroom, a slight breeze through the open window providing a break from the stifling heat.
The drone of hundreds of cicadas the only sound.
Sitting near the window, the old man smacked his arm.
Continue reading Early Evening: Gargleblaster #177
She crouched down, poking through the ashes with a short stick.
The fire had long burned out, the embers only slightly warm.
Flipping aside a chunk of charred wood, she looked closely at what was uncovered.
Finding nothing, she sighed and left.
Continue reading Ashes: Gargleblaster #169