Thanks to Clockwork Chris of Broken Promises for emailing me about NaNo word counts…. He has written so much already and it broke my resolve not to write tonight.
987 words followed his email, but my eyes are too irritated to keep going tonight. Won’t wear this mascara again! I felt the word flow come back once I chose to not write about the trampy teenager. One of the great things about not having an outline….
However, just because I wrote does not mean it was worthy of our time reading it, but here’s two paragraphs from tonight anyway:
in letter/email/whatever it becomes to Marilyn:
Yes, I laughed, and I cried, these months. I suppose it will continue to go like that. Like the line we used to sing over and over to irritate the guys after hearing your mom sing it one time too many when she was in one of her funks. Crimson and clover, over and over. Yep, that about describes my life, Crimson and clover, over and over. Crimson and clover, over and over. I sure didn’t see it coming. Did you?
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in email to John:
I cannot tell you how grateful I am to have someone like you to publish my book for me. I know you will make sure my real name stays out of it. I could not have written it without that and I need the money, if I am going to continue raising those kids. And they can never know that I have written it. They must continue to think I am writing a book of short love stories that no one thinks is worth publishing. Thank God, you understand.
