Day: November 1, 2012
We saw it in countless movies, but the reality is grittier and more miserable than any overblown disaster flick. Smudge everywhere, small hills of dead rats, stairs that descent into tunnels full of filthy water... New York City flooded after Sandy is a dreadful place.
Reflection in the waters, portraying an image of ecstasy
As I take each step, I feel the chilliness move through my body
No turning around, the mist sprayed onto my body as if it were perfume
I go faster and the waters hold onto the train of my white, silky,nightshirt
Dancing in the waves like I have no care, eyes wide open, the vision is too good to be true…
It's officially November here in Romania, and I'm listening to a song that goes something like this, "everything's okay, everything's okay,..." Oh, yeah. I don't know what I am going to write. I have a bunch of ideas, but I can't decide. Who knows which situation is worse? No ideas or too many?
A man must die to himself, if he ever hopes to live.
While on a routine mission in the neighboring province of Broughtonhaven, Caleb Eaves and his squadron are ambushed by a band of assassins.
Left to die in an icy prison, Caleb has not heard from his wife who has gone missing, and he fears that his people have abandoned him.
World War II
30 January 1944, Camp Butner, North Carolina
In the last chapter Dad got the news he was hoping for. Mom will take the train to Nebraska to meet him while he was on his furlough. Now if we can get the Army to let him know for sure if he will get the furlough and the exact date he will get it, we will be doing good.
Just a reminder that during November, I'll be reviewing short stories instead of novels. This adjustment will hopefully allow me to complete both the manuscript due December 1st and 50,000 words for National Novel Writing Month.
As a child, yearning to leave home and go far away, the image in my mind was of flight - my little self hurrying off alone.