Beginnings...
This is my NaNoWriMo blog. I'll try to put up stuff as I do it, keep a running word count, and so on.
The title just popped into my head when I was in the shower one night. I guess it comes from a set of piano pieces called "Etudes pour le Main Gauche", which means "Studies for the Left Hand". But I like the sound of "etudes" better than "studies". ;)
What's the novel about? I have no clue. I'm thinking of writing it as a bunch of vignettes that, taken together, form a coherent whole. Or not-so-coherent, as the case may be.
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Oh yeah, and the exercise for today is called "Beginnings", so here it is:
Everything begins somewhere. Or does it? Is there really a first cause, the push that starts all the dominoes falling down over each other? Why not have an infinite chain of dominoes? But a story is finite, and so it begins somewhere, because it's a window in time. My story begins here, where I want it to.
It was a night of rememberances. Typical reunion. "Oh, Insert Name Here, I haven't seen you in forever! How've you been?" There were drinks, and cheese and crackers, and little snacks with hard-to-pronounce names. I liked the cheese best. There was more than the typical cheddar-and-monterey-jack spread -- brie, neufchatel, gorgonzola even, though I hate gorgonzola, it's the thought that counts. I probably spent too much time by the cheeses and not enough time actually talking to everybody else. The cheeses at least didn't ask me difficult questions, like what happened to my last six boyfriends.
What did happen to them? Oh, things. One turned out to be less perfect than he seemed. Another never seemed perfect, but after a while his tendency to nibble his nails just drove me nuts. And other things, for other guys. They're gone now, never to be seen again, out of my life... I wonder why I came to this reunion. Usually I try to move around as much as possible, trying leave the trail of abandoned men somewhere far behind me.
My story starts here because that was the night I finally got caught.
252 words
The title just popped into my head when I was in the shower one night. I guess it comes from a set of piano pieces called "Etudes pour le Main Gauche", which means "Studies for the Left Hand". But I like the sound of "etudes" better than "studies". ;)
What's the novel about? I have no clue. I'm thinking of writing it as a bunch of vignettes that, taken together, form a coherent whole. Or not-so-coherent, as the case may be.
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Oh yeah, and the exercise for today is called "Beginnings", so here it is:
Everything begins somewhere. Or does it? Is there really a first cause, the push that starts all the dominoes falling down over each other? Why not have an infinite chain of dominoes? But a story is finite, and so it begins somewhere, because it's a window in time. My story begins here, where I want it to.
It was a night of rememberances. Typical reunion. "Oh, Insert Name Here, I haven't seen you in forever! How've you been?" There were drinks, and cheese and crackers, and little snacks with hard-to-pronounce names. I liked the cheese best. There was more than the typical cheddar-and-monterey-jack spread -- brie, neufchatel, gorgonzola even, though I hate gorgonzola, it's the thought that counts. I probably spent too much time by the cheeses and not enough time actually talking to everybody else. The cheeses at least didn't ask me difficult questions, like what happened to my last six boyfriends.
What did happen to them? Oh, things. One turned out to be less perfect than he seemed. Another never seemed perfect, but after a while his tendency to nibble his nails just drove me nuts. And other things, for other guys. They're gone now, never to be seen again, out of my life... I wonder why I came to this reunion. Usually I try to move around as much as possible, trying leave the trail of abandoned men somewhere far behind me.
My story starts here because that was the night I finally got caught.
252 words
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