Writing

NaNoWriMo OhNo!


No matter how many mistakes you make or how slow you progress, you are still way ahead of everyone who isn't trying.
— Tony Robbins

Every year as November approaches I go through the internal debate of whether or not to do NaNoWriMo. In all the years I have tried to do NaNo I have only hit the 50K mark once. I always start out with the best of intentions and do well at first, but I always fall short in the end.

So why am I missing the mark? The first problem is as it is for most people: Time. I am lucky if I can crank out a couple thousand words in a week, much less 1667 per day every day for a month. I work a full time job and have a wife and kids. I could probably do 1667 per day if I could find a solid couple hours uninterrupted before 10PM. Most of my writing happens between ten and midnight, but lets face it, I have been up since about 6AM and have been going pretty full tilt until about nine or ten. I am freaking exhausted by the time I can sit down and write.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 104


Margaret strapped herself into the chair, waiting for the end to come, but it never happened. She counted the seconds. One…two…three…four. As she waited, she wondered whether she would even realize the end had come. Would she be vaporized, or would the room simply crack open and send her spilling out into the void of the moon’s surface? Whatever it was to be, she feared and longed for it to hurry up.

Time passes slowly in the dark room with only the warning lights to keep her company. Seconds stretched to hours in her mind as she watched the amber lights from on to off to on again. She feared she may go mad before the explosion ever killed her.


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100-Word Challenge, Day 074


“Then I suggest you come up with an answer before we tell him anything else,” Margaret said. “Aldric is results oriented. If you give him the answer to his problems he won’t worry about the background information.”

“Right,” Evan said as he scratched his head. “I suppose I could find a way to reinforce the barrier so that the matter can’t get through. Do you think you can buy me a couple of days?”

“I might be able to do that, but the sooner you can finish, the better our chances of his not figuring out something is up.” Margaret turned to leave and did not look over her shoulder when she said, “Don’t let me down here, Evan. Success means everything this time.”

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100-Word Challenge, Day 017


CHAPTER TWO

The glowing red numbers of the clock on the wall was the only real indicator that it was morning. Living on the dark side of the moon made time a very mutable thing. The pioneers who made it their home felt far less constrained by the earthly conventions of time. Clocks and relationships measured time, not the position of the sun. Not everyone could handle it, but the long-term residents got used to it or went mad. Evan considered the possibility that he was joining the ranks of the insane. They had spent all night working and it looked like Aldric’s idea may have born some fruit.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 006


“Do you think you could have cut that any closer?” Margaret asked.

Aldric smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Possibly,” he said, “but that would have been reckless don’t you think?” He laughed and turned to the other man in the room. “Evan, you weren’t worried were you?”

Evan sat half-hidden by his desk. The shimmer of sweat covered his balding head and his eyes were wide open. “Worried is an understatement, Aldric. I think I pissed myself.” Evan stood and walked around the desk and said, “I think it is time to add one of us to the lock so that we can avoid this sort of thing.”

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100-Word Challenge, Day 003


debris field
debris field (Photo credit: jared)

“I’m driving as fast as I can, Margaret, but this storm is a doozie.” As if to emphasize his words, a flurry of meteors struck his car in rapid succession, making the interior flash like the inside of one of the retro discos found in the poorer parts of town. “If I’m going to make it at all I should probably not be talking while I’m driving.” He stabbed the screen with a finger, promptly cutting off the conversation. The truth was that he could drive through the flashing barrage of space debris with the assistance of the autopilot, but he enjoyed the thrill of being in control of the million-dollar car.

 
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Rest In Peace


Eye death
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It was the briefest of contacts, a mere brush against each other as we passed in the hall outside my office.  I had seen her before, but didn’t know her name.  She was tall and shapely with red hair and pretty green eyes that smiled behind her glasses.  In that one touch there was a spark, perhaps nothing more than a little static electricity that happened to discharge between us, but whatever it was it made us look at each other and our eyes locked for the briefest of moments.  Now I’d like to be able to say that in that moment I saw our whole life play out before us like some movie, but that wasn’t it.  In that flash of a moment I looked into her eyes and saw oblivion.  My death waited for me in her. Continue reading “Rest In Peace”