I wonder if anyone of the legions of NaNoWriMo writers is writing a novel about . . . NaNoWriMo?<\/p>\n
Wow. If only I’d thought of that . . . 17 days ago!<\/p>\n
If I had . . .<\/p>\n
Day 17.<\/p>\n
It’s turned colder, and as I sit at my computer I notice that the last leaves have fallen from the river birch in the front yard.<\/p>\n
I can see the neighbor’s house across the street.<\/p>\n
With the leaves down, I can see it clearly now for the first time in months.<\/p>\n
Nobody appears to be home.<\/p>\n
Are they at work? Or perhaps simply hiding somewhere in the house, hiding from the chill damp of this gray November day?<\/p>\n
I find myself unable to write. Unable to find inspiration. And I know why. There is nothing prime about Day 17: it’s a day lost in the middle, two days removed from the relief of the midway point but not far enough along to feel like the end — the final relief — is within grasp.<\/p>\n
Yes, I still do my best to turn my pretty phrases. I must. I have no choice. If any of this is to be salvageable, I have no choice!<\/p>\n
A slight breeze tosses the leaves in the street.<\/p>\n
I’ve moved to a place that is beyond prayer. Almost beyond thought.<\/p>\n
Will anyone ever read these words?<\/p>\n
Will anyone every read these words?<\/p>\n
I sigh and get up to make another cup of coffee.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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