1.1 – Or ‘It’s Begun’ (again)

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The ‘Stare Down.’

So, I failed miserably to keep fellow NaNoWriMo’s (and readers) up to date on this past November’s project. I even failed to make it to 80% of the gatherings close by. And, for the first time ever, failed to make it to “Writing on the Road” (our region’s version of the big S.F. California deal)…

So, thanks to an awesome friend and ML, going to play with the writing prompts that were part of a game at the gathering. A different prompt for a different day of the month (until I run out of prompts and/or the motivating ML pal supplies me with something else).

Prepare yourself, dear reader, for a cobbled collection of ‘prompts meet NaNo projects – regular and camp variety.’ No planning, just rambling…

1.1 –

Invisibility
The ability to turn invisible/to disappear
Someone so quiet and unnoticed that they may as well be invisible.
Something has vanished as if into nothing.

Cole Porter Lipton wondered if the idea of invisibility ever occurred to Murray. Was his best friend always so social, so chameleon-like, or was this the result of a broken shell shaped in youth?

He found the exit to his left and turned to escape, only to have fingernails dig into his forearm.

“And just where do you think you’re going? If I have to pay, you have to pay.”

Cole Porter sighed. “Nioma, you know I hate these things – people milling about with a wine glass in one hand and an untouched fried brie roll or bacon-wrapped scallop on a plate in the other. The food just gets pushed around while the empty glasses get replaced faster than you can say-.”

“Oh shut up and dance with me, then. No way to hold food or liquor.” She added softly, “Not that some of these folks here look like they can do either, let alone balance, much longer.”

In the corner of the room, just short of the patio door, was a sound Cole Porter was all too familiar with. He had that same reaction, in the boy’s restroom, just before he had to give a speech in class.

Nioma put a finger to Cole Porter’s lips. “Oh, shut up and dance with me…anywhere but here.”

With a smile, he gathered their belongings and they slipped from the party without anyone else’s notice.

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C = Contrast

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(Short ramble based on the daily prompt – only because my creative muse went m.i.a….)

Are you a pantser or a planner? Are you a ‘full-story done’ or a discoverer along the way? Short stories or series? Poems or epics? Do you let the characters control the tale or the plot? Is there anything really wrong with mixing all of it up?

Setting such logical toss-ups aside, now it is time to go back to camp!

Beneath the Covers

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Bound – 2014

(Today’s repeated snippet from Diary of Dreams is inspired by the One-Minute Writer and the Daily Prompt.)

Betwixt
Betwixt the pages of the book most brown
Perdita Hermione Denke’s thoughts can be found
Of the dragon eggs meant to be
And of many more a mystery.
Though not entirely obsessed
She is easily distressed
By the bombardment, bashing boldness of snags
That bully from her sleep and drags
Her in pursuit of the meaning
Of whatever fragment she once was dreaming.
Arrows, Boffins, Castles, and Digits
Elves, Fairies, Gnomes and Hobbits.
In the chaos, there is order
In the maze that is before her.