"The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes."- Andre Gide
I've quite possibly gone crazy. Tomorrow I will join with many other writers and begin a month long process of placing words right next to each other to form a novel. The goal is 50,000 by midnight on November 30. Well, I'm curious to see what comes of it. I'm excited because it starts tomorrow, but my plan for this is no plan. That is, I have no plot only a protagonist. Nanowrimo, here I come. See you in 31 days.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Life feels Weird
"Life feels weird, Bailey."-My brother
Tonight at the dinner table my sister was talking about how weird something felt, and the quote was my little brother's response. I'm sure he was just joking or doing that bit where he says something random or off beat, but I heard that and it struck me as really profound. I mean, think about it. Life really does feel weird. Some days seem almost magical when the day before nothing went right. In life, things get scarier in the dark. Life brings pain, and that never feels natural or normal, but it definitely feels weird. I think its official-my brother is a genius. He's always had a way with the spoken word.
Tonight at the dinner table my sister was talking about how weird something felt, and the quote was my little brother's response. I'm sure he was just joking or doing that bit where he says something random or off beat, but I heard that and it struck me as really profound. I mean, think about it. Life really does feel weird. Some days seem almost magical when the day before nothing went right. In life, things get scarier in the dark. Life brings pain, and that never feels natural or normal, but it definitely feels weird. I think its official-my brother is a genius. He's always had a way with the spoken word.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Fight for Love
"Do you think its possible to finally decide that you really, truly love someone, but not end up marrying him?"-Robin Jones Gunn (As You Wish)
The girl jolted down the street. Her heart was pounding in her ears. This isn't happening, this isn't happening she thought. He's got to still be alive she told herself again and again. His shaggy blond hair was stained with the tears she had shed the night before. His bright blue eyes were sinking into her uttermost thoughts. She loved him, and she couldn't lose him-not now. It was too soon.
"Please don't be dead, John," she whispered as she ran to his house. "Please don't leave me."
She ran through his front door hoping and praying that somehow he was still alive. She burst into the living room and saw his family crying. His brother and father never looked so distraught. With a glance at his sister's face she knew the chances were slim. The diabetic coma was too much for his frail body. The phone rang breaking the silence.
"We need the family of John Paul-Jones to come to Union Hospital; I'm afraid he hasn't made it."
She collapsed to the ground in tears.
The girl jolted down the street. Her heart was pounding in her ears. This isn't happening, this isn't happening she thought. He's got to still be alive she told herself again and again. His shaggy blond hair was stained with the tears she had shed the night before. His bright blue eyes were sinking into her uttermost thoughts. She loved him, and she couldn't lose him-not now. It was too soon.
"Please don't be dead, John," she whispered as she ran to his house. "Please don't leave me."
She ran through his front door hoping and praying that somehow he was still alive. She burst into the living room and saw his family crying. His brother and father never looked so distraught. With a glance at his sister's face she knew the chances were slim. The diabetic coma was too much for his frail body. The phone rang breaking the silence.
"We need the family of John Paul-Jones to come to Union Hospital; I'm afraid he hasn't made it."
She collapsed to the ground in tears.
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