Silence eats my soul–
Crunching and swallowing it;
I await you now.
There is a desert in the corner of a man’s soul
Where he keeps a thing too precious.
He walks through the hot sand and scrambles over jagged rocks
With a skin full of water, looking over his shoulder to ensure
That nothing else follows him.
It sits all alone, a belief or memory or silly thought too fragile,
Too vital to his being to let it near another part of him.
The visits are frequent enough to keep the thing alive,
And perhaps one day the grains of sands and chunks of stone
Will have no choice but to succumb to the will of the thing
And you will catch a glimpse of it on the other side of a stream.
During one of my recent breaks from novel writing, I decided to challenge myself to write a scene using 100 words or less centered around a particular idea or theme.
Today’s theme is “boxes.”
Please feel free to share your own 100 or Less story. And no cheating, not even an extra “the” or “an”! 😛
The vodka’s terrible. A tiny plastic bottle he paid for with nickels and dimes. Slurping makes it last longer and keeps his mind off the boxes on the floor.
Banging. It hasn’t stopped since he woke up. He couldn’t give two shits where it’s coming from. It dies into just another background noise like the hissing radiator and the screeching dykes upstairs. Ugly ones.
Getting dark outside; the veiny walls turn blue streaked with piss yellow from the windows next door. They never bought shades or curtains like they were goddamn priests or something.
He wouldn’t miss any of them.
Well, now, seems like the sky’s decided to barf out snow. This is actually my favorite kind of weather, when everything looks so pristine.
However, it’s cold out there and will be in the Northeast for a bit longer, so I thought I’d share three tips for surviving Nemo (lame name for a snowstorm too; as threatening as snowstorm Percy).
1) Tender Vittles
Unlike some folks who did their shopping in preparation for the storm, I went out during Nemo and bought all of the ingredients for garlic shrimp in coconut milk. Hey, if I turn into a Spanish tub of ice cream, I want the medical examiner to find something good frozen in my stomach. 🙂
So make sure you’ve got some good food to fill your belly with during the storm.
2) Heating Brick
Soooo, the powers that be in my apartment building have decided not to give adequate heat (hence my fear of freezing to death, lawl). However, I was lucky enough to find a small heater that looks like it was designed during the Nixon administration.
Keep warm, my friends.
3) Mind Lube
During the storm, which is still going on outside, I plan on watching The Walking Dead reruns until Season 3 starts up again tomorrow at 9. Gotta keep my mind occupied!
Don’t go all The Shining, friends. Guard your minds by keeping them occupied!
So what tips do you have to make the best of a snowstorm?
It’s about that time, eh? The thirty days of parole for our usually restrained brains.
National Novel Writing Month!!!
My brain was a bit disheveled, squinting in the sunlight, unsure what he should do with all the freedom. But like a fat kid in a bacon house, my brain’s starting to tear things up.
I’ve been writing quite a bit the past three days, thankfully, and I’m looking forward to interacting with the NaNoWriMo community for inspiration and laughs. The periodic emails from the staff are a great start; if you haven’t yet, and you’ve got a potential novel burning in your heart, mosey on down to http://www.nanowrimo.org and sign up. Don’t leave for tomorrow what you can do today.
For this month I’ve vowed to abandon my usually perfectionist tendencies, which have kept me tinkering with a single chapter for weeks on occasion. But not this time! Just gotta keep my eyes on the 50,000 word goal.
For those of you who have finished a National Novel Writing Month in the past or are knee deep in one for the first time, what tips can you share for “winning” it by December 1st?