|As I write, I'll keep stoked up with cups of coffee...|
My fiction-mode mind came out of hibernation a few days ago. It rubbed its eyes and took a few wobbly steps before it went to work and provided me with this beginning to my novel for the 2010 NaNoWriMo challenge:
Shaddy marveled at how easy it was to get up this morning. For the past twenty years, when she awakened, she usually scowled and dared the hands of the clock to creep forward. She stayed glued in bed until her sense of responsibility grudgingly separated her from the bedsheets at precisely 7:00 on good days and as late as 7:10 on not-so-good mornings.
"I've never been on my own. I feel like I've missed an important part of life." Shaddy spoke those words to her husband several months ago in the first of many conversations that led up to her departure from home on this particular morning.
We aren't supposed to begin our novels until after midnight tonight. We are allowed to make an outline and have notes to help us write through the next thirty days. Since I have no outline or notes, I feel justified to have written a few words to spring me off the starting blocks.