19 November 2014

NaNo Continues...

I was making dinner and this mini-scene popped into my head. It has nothing to do with the novel I'm working on for NaNoWriMo, just a mildly entertaining slice-of-life thing.
Like a hopeful future. The person I hope I remember to be.


I cringe inside, hearing my daughter screech for me from the other side of the house. My guests, my best friends from college, try to hide their own discomfort.

To lift the mood I say smoothly, “Ah, the sweet, dulcet tones of my child's voice calling my name. Sweetest music to my ears,” the mood relaxes and I call back, “I'm sorry, are you addressing room service or your mother? You know, the woman who GAVE YOU LIFE?”

Silence from the other end of the house. I'm about to explain that I've talked to my daughter about this when she appears, humble and small, but clearly with a burning question.


“Ah yes!” I feign delighted surprise. “Child whom I love more than life itself, come in!”

She comes in, Ellie Jean, my precocious 11 year old. “Mom, can I go play at Lily's house? Her mom said I could.”

“Are you chores done?”


“You know the rules. You can play at your friend's when your chores are done. Are they done?”


“Then you can mostly go to her house.”

“...what does that mean?”

“It means you can walk ¾ of the way there, then turn around and come back home to finish your chores.” I smile at my friends, both single and childless. I wonder if they envy this little exchange, or if they will remember this scene when they go to their empty apartments and be grateful they only have to take care of themselves.

“Ugh, mom. You could just say 'no.'”

“And you could just do your chores.” I smile playfully at her, “But isn't it more fun this way?”

“Whatever.” She turns on her heel and leaves, presumably to address the undone chores.

“And Ellie?”

She stops, rolls her head to one side and sloooowly half-turns back to me, I can see her eyes are half-lidded. “Whaaaat?”

“I love you.”

Her pose doesn't change but she smiles. “You, too Mom.”

04 November 2014

a short Story for Your pleasure And entertainment

NaNoWriMo continues!

Day 4 and I have 8,115 words so far. I'm doing SO much better than last year and it is invigorating!

It's late, I'm tired, so here's a quick short story I wrote while warming up today. Let me know what you think!

Maybe they won't see me.


Dang it.

“Oh my gosh, is that you Nora?”

“Yeah, woah. Didn't expect to see you two here.”

“We were just out for a stroll,” Callie begins.

“We just had lunch at that new sandwich place, have you tried it yet?” Cameron interjects.

“It's really good. So, what have you been up to?” Callie again.

“Oh. You know. Just..life. Living the dream.”

“Are you still in school?”

Cameron is the one who asks the question so I look at him when I try to answer.

“Actually I grad-” Heat. His skin on my skin, his breath mingling with mine, his eyes watching me, reading me, loving me...
“Woah, are you okay?” He reaches out to steady me and I jerk back. If just a look could unlock that kind of memory, I'd hate to think what physical touch would do.

“I'm fine, sorry. I just-”

“You looked like you were about to pass out. Do you need to sit down?” Callie is like that. Has always been so sweet, so thoughtful to the needs of others. It's why they make such a good pair.

“I've been fighting a pretty bad migraine all day, but it's much better now, I promise.” No more looking at Cameron. “Sorry. I was going to say that I graduated last year. I teach drawing classes at the college now. And my freelance stuff on the side, of course.”

“That sounds wonderful! How do you like it?”

“I love it. I really do.” Change the topic from me. Quick. “And what about you two?? What's it been now...three years of married bliss?”

“Four, actually.” They share an affectionate glance and he squeezes her shoulder gently.

Still dripping with the newly-wed glow. Sickeningly adorable. We were the same way.

No, no, focus. Find something solid to anchor to. Two years ago. Senior project, painting like mad, day and night, to get ready for the gallery show, moving into my own apartment- Feeling the first kicks, first hiccups, and the long delivery, and finally holding my child. Our child. Our son.
“Nora, you should sit down.”

Oh Callie. You have no idea. And never will. I risk a side-glance at Cameron thinking that he will never know, either. Never know the son we had.

“I'm sorry, I just...” I just need to get out of here, is what. “My car is parked just up the street, I should go. Go home, lie down. I'm sure I'll be fine.”

“Are you sure you're okay to drive?”

I'm already walking away. Briskly, hopefully not obviously so. “I'll be fine. Sorry. Good to see you!”

“Nora, are you-”

I might be sprinting. His first birthday. Cupcakes. Fingers and mouth stained with blue frosting. NO. Stop. It didn't happen that way. That would have been last year, and last year I graduated. With honors. Started working part-time for the college. No husband. Not even a boyfriend. Certainly no children.

The memories fade the further away I get from Cameron and his darling wife of four years.

They seem really good for each other. I knew they would be. I knew I would find a place, a time, where they would be together.

I need to consider moving away from this place so I don't run into Cameron anymore. Or anyone significant from that other life, for that matter.

Maybe I'll travel. I've always wanted to see Italy. And now it's just me to worry about.

I should go.

I wonder, for just a moment, if she regrets our trade. And for the millionth time I hope that she doesn't. Never comes back in her crazy machine, demanding to restore us to our proper timelines.  

This is my life now.

No looking back.

Goodnight world. I go now to my well-earned slumber.

02 November 2014

it's NaNo time Again!

I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year, kiddies, who's with me?

Who's with me!?! CHARGE!!!
Woah. Maybe settle down there a little bit. Take a breather.

If you want to join me in the thrilling adventure that is NaNo, please sign up with nanowrimo.org and then check out my profile here: Miss Hobbit on NaNoWriMo.org

Time to go meet my word quota for the day. Let me leave you with my favorite words from yesterday's quota:

"I feel sick.

And tired.

On my back on my bed I feel the turning of the world. A steady tipping that is subtle at first, but after focused attention becomes rapid. The speed of our planet makes me dizzy sometimes.

It's terrifying.

The terror is a comfort.

The rhythm of the earths' movement and the drumming silence on my ears is in perfect harmony with my worried heartbeat. I feel troubled blood pulse through my veins. I try to feel every bone, every organ, every cell. What is wrong? Tell me...what is wrong?


I can no longer see the branches out the window for the darkness that has fallen. 6:00 P.M. then. Which means it's still the same day it was when I laid down. Just under 6 hours left in this day. Then we'll be on the next one, to whittle down those hours, too.

The monotony is suffocating and I try to feel the earths' spin and pull once more. But it's gone.

I feel sick.

And tired.

Guess it's time to get up."