I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Stop Time
What can get your creative juices flowing like a project! And support of other people!
I love NaNoWriMo – the National Novel Writing Month. If you look at NaNoWriMO on Twitter (or me, ’cause I’m retweeting!), they post photos of write-ins, where people get together with their laptops and typewriters and chalk and tablets and write for hours at a time. Can you imagine the energy that must be flowing through a room like that? It makes me excited just to see it!
This is the beginning to my NaNoWriMoS project, and I would love to get your thoughts on it!
“Good morning, ma’am,” a girl’s young voice awoke Blanche. Blanche opened her eyes, confused, as this was a voice she didn’t recognize. “Who is that?” she asked. “Jolen, ma’am, I’m new to the house.” Blanche became frustrated, “Why didn’t anyone tell me I was getting a new girl?”
“I don’t know, ma’am. I only answered the notice a few days ago. I don’t know how long it was out.” Annoyed by this new upset, Blanche flung her sheets back off her body and put her feet on the floor.
In the cigar bar, time takes on it’s own dimension. In a cloud of smoke, I sit in my favorite chair: plush and comfy, within easy view of the bar, the front window, and the football game. A large glass table in front of me on which to prop my feet and set my computer. Cohiba and I spend many a happy evening in this bar, and we had engagement pictures taken here. It is not unusual for us to make friends over this table, meeting a varied assortment of people.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 