L'aura del Campo

"Bullied... no more"; Bloody NaNo update.

Blood of the Garlic

NaNoWriMo

"Blood of the Garlic"  will keep track of what I've entered on-line, which will be delayed as I prefer to write in cursive on paper (in a lime-green notebook). I need to find my old stories as well. So far I've written 5 new ones in four days. Now, mind you, these are all short, like flash fiction; but, it is a start. I'm priming my pump as it were and hoping I can sustain it through the 1st of December...

I'll check on the 1st, 10th and 20th of November to gauge my progress. At this point it appears I'll need to write 50 to reach my own goal of 30k. 80 to attain the magical 50k. That's a lot!

Bullied... no more.

He kicked me. I cried.
Then he kicked me. I cried.
I cried when he kicked me.

Did he kick you?
I lied.

He punched me. I cried.
When he punched me, I cried.
I cried, then he punched me.

Pulled my knife out.
He died.

© Kåre Enga [166.240] 2009-10-28

Sketching it out:

Oh... I was talking to Myrt... and this came to mind. Silly it is... but not far from what a lot of teenagers think and go through. I don't remember being very happy as a teenager. Too awkward: physically, socially and emotionally.

A hymn in Cherokee:

Slower, with the words spelled out in Cherokee:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ks_1XZ3XiAI

Thou:

Did read some. Yes I did! And I commented too...

Me and Mine:

So... Not a great start to the day. Cold, sugar-powered hills. I stayed in until I had a craving for bread. Ventured forth for my 250¢ baguette. Walking a block hardly counts as exercise though...

Speaking of weight... scales always lie, right? At least when I got on one yesterday it wasn't as high as I feared. I need to lose more. Baguettes ain't gonna help though.

Saw a couple flakes while crossing the bridge-to-somewhere. Once I got to Butterfly Herbs and saw the Unicorn (I've got pictures), ate at Sushi Hana (left a tip of a Polk dollar), drank more coffee at Zootown Brew... I was fine. Read and wrote. Read the poetry of Lalla (1320-1392), a mystic from Kashmir. Her terse verse speaks to me. What's worse? She use to run around naked.

I wrote in my Journal (page 2,200):

"I am smitten. She talked spare; she walked bare. I am enthralled by her nakedness."

So I wrote three poems and two stories today; wrote in my journal; took notes on my way home to put in my Nurture your Nature blog (later).

This is the most productive I've been in awhile. Been moping in my room due to lack of energy left over from that brief illness and a continuing bout with depression. The dark damp weather hasn't helped.

Montana: 34º in Missoula at 10 p.m. Cloudy. Snow showers in the forecast.

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