tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99908052011-04-21T15:20:42.072-05:00My second attempt at finishing my fifty thousand words for NanoWrimo...katehopeedennoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9990805.post-1131590770265870192005-11-09T20:11:00.000-06:002005-11-09T20:46:10.283-06:00

The room was white and sparse, the only furniture was the bed that she was tied to and the night stand to her right that held a bottle of water and some crackers. They were just in her reach so that she could drink if she had to. There weren't any windows and the only light came from the fluorescent light above her head. She had no idea what time it was nor how long she had been there. She

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Dear Writer,That whooshing sound you just heard was the first week of National Novel Writing Month sailing into the history books. It went pretty quickly, didn't it? I'm Chris Baty, the director of NaNoWriMo, and I'm here with some good news and some bad news about the week ahead. The good news: In NaNoWriMo, all weeks are not created equal, and you've just completed a doozy. Pat yourself on the

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Annabelle finished her pancakes as Justin wrapped up his latest story. This one had been about the time he and his father had went fishing at Lake Camus. Apparently, Justin had managed to catch a fish that was at least twice the size of his father's fish. This had been the fourth in Justin's series of tales about the trips he took with his father. The first had been camping, then bowling, next

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Yeah, so there are crickets! That happens sometimes you know :PACTUALLY, I have written. I'll admit that while I wanted to do a lot of late night writing this weekend, I instead did a lot of... what for it... sleeping. Yes, sleeping. I was in bed before ten o'clock both Friday and Saturday night. This can mean one of two things. 1. I am a responsible adult who realizes that getting some

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Normally, when Annabelle exited the highway, she was greeted by a gas station and some fast food joints so she briefly thought about getting back on the highway when that didn't happen. Instead of there being a variety of convenience stores immediately off the highway, she instead found a sign informing her that Eden Springs was located eleven miles to her right. Chewing her lower lip, she

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Annabelle rolled her eyes at the radio dj's comment and changed the station. She didn't feel like listening to the morning shows, she just wanted to find some music. After a few seconds of turning the dial, she came across some Tom Petty.Well some say life will beat you downBreak your heart, steal your crownSo I started out for God knows whereBut I guess I'll know when I get thereI'm learning to

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Annabelle Stevens loved the peaceful serenity of driving at night. The slight hum of her car, the soft breeze blowing through her cracked window and the low music coming from the radio. She loved that there would be twenty minutes between the last car she had passed and the next. She enjoyed seeing all of the little towns when they were empty and looked abandoned and forgotten. But most of all,

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Dear Writer,What were you thinking?I mean, really. With your busy schedule; with everything else you're supposed to be doing in November, you're going to write a novel too?Are you crazy?We here at NaNoWriMo think you might be. Which is why we're so proud to have you as part of the team this year.Because you know what? No one in their right mind has ever accomplished anything truly great. It's a

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Hi and welcome. Since there are still two hours before we are allowed to start AND I have just finished walking something like five miles (trick or treating), I am going to make this short and start on my story tomorrow morning :)First of all, if you are doing NanoWrimo and have a blog/website for it, email me your link!!! Even if you don't, send me a link to your profile. I will try to get these

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