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We shall not. No, I should not discuss the results of my meager attempt at NanoWriMo. It was sad, and I was lame. I spent more time felting and knitting than drawing up characters, imagining a plot and portraying thought. OH WELL. There is always next year, right? Let’s focus on the positive, rather. There is one more month left in 2012, and I shall set some mini goals:

1. blog 6 Decembers posts (this counts as one- BOOM)

2. see December 2012 films & any missed films from the year in order to produce an adequate top 10 listing

3. prepare & organize felt shop for launch in Q1 2013

4. make plans for New Years Eve (or at least really try to)

Lastly, I just want to mention that yesterday was my Cairn Terrier (Wallace) birthday! He turned 3 and is as precious as ever. Here is a picture of my little buddy: wallace

“Sometimes you have to hate yourself to fly,” said the well postured man. “Have you ever heard of the story about the Finch who had enough? Well it goes like this: there once was a Finch, that’s a bird you know, who wanted to learn how to swim. Well his folks didn’t care for it, you see, and they pecked his little head to death to avoid the embarrassment in their Finch neighborhood.”

“What kind of joke is that?” asked the woozy-eyed, middle-aged lady. “That’s a terrible joke if you ask me.”

“Well, let me finish here,” said the man annoyingly. “The little Finch’s parents are questioned by the authority, found guilty and drowned for the murder of their bird son.”

“..I guess it’s ironic,” the lady said lazily. “But it ain’t funny; that’s for sure.”

“I never said I was funny,” he returned.

She was easily charmed at this rate. He could see her half-sunken eyes were dry and un-alert. She wore a velvety long-sleeved dress, somewhere between a violet and a radish hue. Her slip hung a few centimeters just below the seam. Her pantyhose had a few runs, but only in the back of her left leg. She was portly but in a pleasant way, one in which a renaissance painter would have enjoyed his subject. Her hair smelled slightly of cigarettes and mostly of scented perfume. Her mouth exposed a tiny gape between her two front teeth. Her skin was smooth with few blemishes.

“One more round,” the man nodded to the waiter.

These are some of the elements I have worked in so far in my quote un-quote novel. I am not reaching the goal of 1,666 words a day. That was pretty easy to fail. BUT encouraging myself to write everyday has been a feat in itself.  Writing is so much fun. You get to make up stories just like you did when you were a kid.

Here is an example of a made-up story: Today I met a karate wizard who taught me how to read someone’s mind and drive a motorcycle.

This didn’t happen, and that is why it’s fun.

I will post excerpts shortly!

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