Nanowrimo

View all NaNoWriMo entries … One thing was for sure, then. Carol was in Iowa City, dining with the dentist. This is probably the point where Stan would lay down some hastily made plan, maybe make some sort of offbeat joke to lighten the mood and get my blood flowing again, but Stan was several […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … By the time she finished breakfast we hadn’t said but 4 words, and they were all to the waitress. The whole way across the parking lot and back to our hotel room we said even less. Mom was back. She was walking a couple steps ahead of me, holding the […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … It wasn’t a situation I would have chosen to put myself in, double-crossing Rosso and exiled to Iowa trying to work a new angle with the creepy dentist, but I have to admit that I was starting to feel a little intrigued and not too bad about the whole thing. […]

The first big obstacle in undertaking a project such as NaNoWriMo, or, for that matter, on any writer’s desk, is just plain fabricating words: sitting down at your desk or coffee shop of choice and NOT killing time answering emails, facebook stalking your significant other’s ex, watching funny animal videos on youtube, etc., but WRITING […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … Staring into the hospital vestibule, its bright lights pouring out onto the sidewalk, I half expected a couple cherubs to greet me, glowing aura and all. How long had I gone without medical attention? I sat and listened to the Volkswagen engine idle for a few seconds, on edge. “How […]

Okay, time for my take on the overall process of our collaborative novel writing experiment thus far: First, I’m quite pleased with how it’s going and am impressed with the work that’s been coming in from all involved both for its quality as well as the fact that producing that amount of writing each day […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … “What kind of question is that?” I asked. Stan shrugged. “What? You think the kid did it? You think my girlfriend’s kid somehow gave me a heart attack? Slipped me a roofie or somethin’?” Stan leaned his head back and took his eyes off the road to give me the […]

View all NaNoWriMo entries … An amped-up darkness, a television’s idea of black, roaring quiet like an airplane cabin on descent, rocked into sleepiness, ears closed to the combustion shoving forward and down. I wouldn’t say I slept. Wouldn’t say I rested. More like I braced myself while I was out, and then somebody yelled […]