Well, I'm trying it again.
M will serve as my inspiration. From four months as a non-runner to finishing the Auckland Marathon in under five hours, she opened some eyes.
I started NaNoWriMo yesterday. I got in my daily quota.
You can find my work of literary art - or a little bit of it, anyway - here. Er, I'm not sure the link will work, but anyway....
If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I don't want to know.
However, if you know anyone who's a crisis negotiator or is from Texas, just holla.
6 comments:
Do you want to know if we love it and ate it up with a spoon?
Absolutely. I insist on it.
I liked the contrast between the father's concept of his daughter's need for protection, her obvious ability to take care of herself, and her calm shrugging acceptance of her father's fussing.
Actually, maybe we shouldn't comment at all. It would be very unfortunate if our comments changed your direction or treatment!
I keep checking back - is there more?
Little bit. Haven't posted it yet. I am waayyy behind on my word count.
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