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November 28, 2007

Nanowrimo: seven tears

Last nanowrimo post. Hurrah, I hear you all cry. Actually, you probably won't notice, because let's be honest, apart from the odd post (thanks to those, it made a difference to me), I've been doing this pretty much under the radar. I haven't been involved in the nanowrimo forums, I haven't gone to any of the 'write-ins' and few people have commented on here.

I'm submitting today, so I don't get caught up in the last day's nonsense and crashing servers over in the U.S.. The story doesn't make any sense, and I'm spending today trying to tie the individual stories together in some form, but I have really enjoyed it. It has been truly liberating. I've changed a lot of the names already... and actually, I will keep working on it, that's for sure...

She sits and looks at Dog Robert. Then she had woken up here, in her dress and her socks and her shoes, with her Dog Robert by her side, and it had felt as if she had been asleep for a while. It was a strange awakening because she expected the man who had put his arm around her shoulders in the water to be there, but he wasn’t. There had been brief stormy tears at the thought of her parents, but that soon faded and she thought of them little now. It makes her realise she is finding it harder and harder to remember what they look like. Their faces are slightly turned away, her mother’s hair is blonde and straight, her father’s curly, but she can remember their smell, and the heft of them when they lift her up, when she looks up at them, she can remember the underside of their necks, their bodies looking like columns as she glances up.

The initial tears had been about safety and loneliness, although the latter faded when she realised Dog Robert was there too. And then there had been the evening, twilight, when Eva had walked in to find her sitting on the sofa, her shoes and socks on, legs sticking out at right angles, her hands in her lap, waiting. Rowan had seen some other grown ups, but they had ignored her, and she daren’t go up to them to say anything. She had wandered close and stood quietly waiting for them to speak, to ask her where she was, but no one did, until Eva.

And the next post? That'll be about felt, including pictures of Arnold the Christmas Dipper.

Posted by scumkitten at November 28, 2007 10:29 AM

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