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November 01, 2005
It's WriMo Time! (with some angsty bits)
I'm two hours late starting my novel, and, honestly, I'm not going to write tonight. But I have an idea. I'm not going to go into detail. I'm going to write the fucking thing. But the idea sounds, to me, very retarded. I can do retarded. Tol, however, though it was a good premise for a story. I do sorta like it. The only problem is I only have the two main characters. I've put no real thought into any supporting characters or anything like that. But, in any case, here is my proposed opening to the novel, the first words of it, as it were.
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It feels like every time I work the window, that guy drives through. He's always wearing what appears to be the same suit, and always gives me that same smile, one that, I think at least, seems to imply he would like to start a conversation, but doesn't have the time. He always orders the same thing, too. Whopper meal with the huge fries, only mustard and pickles, with a Coke to drink. I don't know why I even notice him. I suppose my brain is desperate for a little stimulation during those long shifts. It just amazes me that it's not just once and awhile, but every single time I'm scheduled. And I mean, from the way he's dressed, certianly he could afford better food. Yet there he is, with that same smile on his face. Before I probably would have debated whether or not these coincidences indicated some sort of interest in me. It really doesn't matter now, though. I've finally found a guy, and he's amazing, and, frankly, he's all I'm living for right now. I see him every night as I throw off my clothes and climb into bed, and every morning as I force myself back out again. He gives me a reason to come home. He gives me a reason to wake up. He gives me a reason. But I suppose I'm getting a little ahead of myself...
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So there you go. Probably not gonna draw you in, but you know what? Fuck it. That's how my un-named novel with the un-named characters is starting. So there. 234 words down, 49,766 to go.
I feel really pointlessly shitty right now, so I guess I'll try to sleep. Nights like this keep happening more and more often, and I keep wishing there was someone in bed waiting for me... maybe there's a Kohl's in Ft. Collins... one with an overnight crew that pays nice cash monies... and I can just... yeah...
Eh, I should live my life and not dream. Or at least write about those dreams. NaNoWriMo is on, and I'm going to do this. Ecks and Tol are in it too, I think. Ecks for certian, and I think I sold Tol on it today. A little under 2000 words a day should be a piece of cake. Just don't be suprised if I'm a bit distracted when you IM me this month...
Edit: I made the decision of checking if there was a Kohl's around Brer. There is. I really don't know if this knowledge is a good or a bad thing, honestly. It's only going to make my crazy schemes seem slightly less crazy. Blah.
Posted by poetfox at November 1, 2005 02:37 AM
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