NaNoWrimo…The End
Well, I can’t say that I’m not a bit disappointed with myself, however, not that much. Confrontend with reality, and I assure you, it was not a pretty sight, I had to lower my hands, and stop writing. The truth is, I have simply to much fun things to choose from. Besides work, that is. Not that I care very much about my work, but it’s just a very interesting time in the office, and since a that has not occurred for quite a while, I like to inhale as much of it as possible.
Besides writing, I like to play guitar and sing. And, compelled to writing 2.5 hrs of writing a day, I couldn’t play much. After a week and half, I had to gave in. I like to do fun things, really enjoy myself. Especially in november. I can push myself if I know the reward is very satisfactory, but not now. Not in november.
After 12.000 ish words, I stopped. And breathed in, deeply, as a smile of joy appeared on my lips.
Thanks for all the support though! That was really excellent!
Maybe Tomorrow
Hmm. After a weeks worth of emotional disasters, of which one was particularly nasty; realizing to be dead scared of being involved with someone, the paradox being that, to some extend, I really seem to want that. The world around me seems to be taken down, heartshot by heartshot, with dead on aiming of our little fat, ill dressed, flying friend Cupido.
I’ve resorted to not feeling for a bit. For the moment, I’m overriding my feelings with sugar, sound, and incoming imagery, mainly computer games or tv. Maybe tomorrow…
Widows Dream
Last night I dreamed a widows dream
Wandering though lonely waste
The darkness beckons me to haste
Chasing me with hollow scream.
Love abandoned the realms I know
Hurdled away on bare, bloody feet
We didn’t agree on were to meet
I’m lost, doubting god, friend and foe.
If direction doesn’t matter
If all movement is on hold
Should I pick the former or the latter
Should I think for myself or do as I’m told?