Writings and National Novel Writing Month!

November is national novel writing month!  I remember in high school and middle school I used to write ALL of the time.  I did it more than photography.  Middle school was a time dedicated to my small beat up journal.  One liners, short emotional teenage poems, lyrics to a couple of songs that never managed to string together.  I was a mess! High school, I graduated to actual lengthy writing. I wrote teenage dramas, all in which had like a few chapters to them before I switched to follow a new idea! A couple of short stories here and there were also a result of my growing mind and I can not forget my ever cryptic myspace/facebook statuses that were lyrics to my favorite Daphne Loves Derby songs and any other band I felt no one really knew.  I was also blogging throughout middle school and high school ( high school being the heaviest point because you know...life sucked then) and that blog has stood frozen in time.  I go back occasionally just to pick my own brain and see where I was back then and how I thought.  Interesting stuff!  I may or may not go back to writing as religiously as I did back then, I have my other outlets of creativity now, but who knows.  Being a stay at home mom/worker has it perks so I may be able to start writing a few here and there.  Also, if you are interested in joining a community of other writers, check this site out!  http://nanowrimo.org/


For fun, here is a little piece from one of my teen stories I began years ago:

Chapter 2:

It's 12:17 am.  I didn't even notice the time slip by.  That's what surfing the internet will do to you.  I stood up and put my ear against my bedroom door. My dad’s loud snoring from the hall indicated that my late night "party" affected no one. Good.  I gathered all of my finished homework and packed it away before turning off the lights and t.v.  I pulled at the loose threads of my sweater. I haven’t been able to sleep well. I've been worrying about him again. My ex on-off boyfriend. He’s back in town again after weeks of "focusing on his dreams" which is just code for parties and no attachments. What a nightmare because he’s out to get me since I ended it two weeks before the biggest occasion of his year.  The occasion was a dinner party where his father was to hand down the family business to him with me at his side as future Mrs. Yates and secretary to his office. I'd rather vomit on myself and run down the street.  I buried my head between pillows and waited for my body to sink into sleep.  Jazz filled my room. I picked up the phone quickly.


I'm not sure where this story is going yet.  I have chapters from different points in the story timeline but so far nothing is put together.  I had fun editing this part, so maybe I'll continue on with this.
Keep writing ya'll! Reading is one of the things that I love to do so post short stories, poems, whatever you have in the comments below, I'd love to read them! :)

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