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I will be participating in the National Novel Writing Month by attempting to write 50,000 words between the 1st and 30th of November. Posts will be sparse but I will be making occasional updates and, as always, your encouragement, inspirational quotes and culinary treats are always welcome!
Yowza!
The day is at an end, and oh boy do I have a story for you. I woke up this morning with a thorn in my side and wondered what I was going to do with my day. Would it be productive? Would it be exciting? Would I fall in love or fall on my ass? Alas, the day looked like any other day where I'd go to work and type, type, type, like a good little boy. Then, I'd go to class and come home to read a little bit before I went to bed to start the whole process over again tomorrow. Ho hum.
As I gathered my things to walk out the door, my computer stopped me. It said, why don't you stop and check your email before you leave, because I have new mail! I dropped my coat and sat in my chair and to my surprise, new email awaited! But it wasn't any ordinary email. It was one of those psychic, kick-you-when-you're-down (although in a good way) kind of emails that you weren't expecting, but had coming nonetheless.
In a matter of minutes, I had my ass kicked. I was down on the ground, screaming uncle, begging for mercy, and I shouted: this ain't no way to live my life! I struggled and twisted and I turned the tables and grabbed this day by the horns and I said, no way muthah! No way in hell are you takin' me down. With that, I hogtied the sonovabitch and threw him over my shoulder. I was takin' him home.
Grabbing my coat, I clipped on my work badge and made my way into the bleach-clean winter air. I stopped before unlocking my car. The mountains asked, and with heavy determination, I replied:
I want to paint! I want to write! I want to travel and laugh and cry and love and know and see and spell and smell and joke and live like no one had ever known or heard of life before.
And would you believe it... I did just that. [12:12 am]
