NaNoWriMo Day 7

I didn't get any writing done today.

NaNoWriMo Day 6

This going to be a very short report of my NaNoWriMo journey.  I finally started turned my experiences with Gran into a fiction story.  With the decision to change the setting to home instead of S.C. And to blur the timeline a story started building in my head.
Good Luck to the rest of the Wrimos and happy writing

NaNoWriMo Day 5

For NaNoWriMo I'm still way behind barly wrote a word today.  My aunt ran over from Ga, to get a table out of Gran's house.  We had lunch, helped her and my uncle get the table and they left.

I'm thinking if I can just get my experinces story written, maybe I can use it as an outline for a fiction story.  Maybe I'll write the fiction story better but I got to write the real story first.  Like the Hemingway quote "There nothing to writing but to sit at the typewriter and bleed."

I think I have to find my emotions, my feelings, and find the voice (my voice) to write them.

In a way I found it in poetry, now I need to find it in prose.

All I know is it hurt to write, and when I "come out" of writing I am in  a daze. Also I notice I can't write it at home, alone in my room so I came to the coffee shop (full of people at the moment.) where there are people.

Here is a line from what I've written yesterday and today.
"The morning after this decision , in the small quiet eating area, all the business man and families have had their  free complimentary breakfast and come and gone. Natalie sat at one of the small white round drinking her sweet creamy coffee and picking small bits of a banana muffin, unaware that the decision had been made."

 

Poem: Do You Look For Me?

All last month I wrote a poem at day, and I miss that so I'm going to try to post a poem a week.  Here is this week's poem.

 

 

Do you look for me?

Wonder in what yellow bug I be?

Truly,

I look for you

wonder in what car,

you are.

 

by Annie Laurie Gray

 

What do you think?

Please comment.

NaNoWriMo Day 4

For NaNoWriMo I'm writing about my experiences after Gran's stokes, inspired by my poetry last month.  Turn out its hard to write but I'm going to keep going I just don't think I'm going to write 50,000 words this month.
Come Dec. 1 I'll have pages written I didn't have written Oct. 31.
Oh speaking of Dec. 1 and writing.
A friend of one of my aunts wrote a play making fun of my mama's family, it's titled Alabama Rain and it playing at UNA either Nov. 30 or Dec. 1.

NaNoWriMo Day 3

Yesterday I wrote about the ER visit after my grandmother had a stoke in our hotel room.  I wrote at the coffee shop, got a headache for my trouble.

  Today I tried to jump on into the book, to what I'm calling part 2, after Christmas and the New Year.
Writing about what happened to Gran is draining.

I'm still behind so far I wrote 1,855/5,000 (the NaNoWriMo's goal for today)

NaNoWriMo Day 2

Yesterday I started my NaNoWriMo novel. Working title is Proof of Life. I started with the night I watched my grandmother have a stoke in our hotal room in South Caralina. Only the two of us in the room at the the time, Mama had gone to pay the room bill since we planned to leave early the next morning.
(I would leave you a link but the server is very busy right now and the site's not coming up.)

We had buried one of my uncle-in-laws that morning. He never seemed like an uncle-in-law to me. He was onIe of the few people in my life I could talk to about God and say anything and he cared and listened. I miss him.

Yesterday I wrote about how the worst day of my life got even worst. Today I'm writing about the ER visit.

Here is the fist line of my story (could change after I edit it later) (BTW I named the charater based on me Natalie.)

"Over and over again it played in Natalie's mind like a bad western movie."

734/50,000 words

Annie Laurie