What is the last sentence that you wrote?

I'm really easily distracted too. It sucks that Starbucks is my favorite place to hang out and write. lol

"William answered, brushing his hand through his slightly wavy, dark brown hair."

~*~Poetic Anarchy~*~

"I wished I knew what had been ordered for me."

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
~E.L. Doctorow

There was one [telephone call] in particular that I wasn't looking forward to....

Steve
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"Best of luck with the exams!"

At the end of my writing for the entire evening I had this one:

"Rick realized he was sounding like a complete idiot."

"What could I do if I did not have to do it perfectly? A lot more than I am now."

The last thing she heard was a fierce growl coming from the painted man's lips.

"I’m sorry.” Cal said as the man disappeared with a silent scream.

Make your

She held it out in his direction as he pulled on fresh black jeans from his dresser.

[Speaking of her name] "Mine starts with an M too- Morana."

“Safe. Sound. Successful. No casualties, my lord.”

(Yes I realize it's technically several sentences. Stupid soldiers and their clipped speech.)

Try to look unimportant. The enemy may be low on ammo.

As he pulled from the garage and headed out the back gate, he felt a nightmare coming on.

Staying inside for a few days didn’t seem so unappetizing anymore.

2006 - How to Survive an Earthquake (50,600)
2007 - No Title (5,000ish)
2008 - Moon Dog (15776)
2009 - The Baker's Apprentice -- updates M-F @ http://joanna-nanowrimo2009.blogspot.com

"And so Hero, with his feet on the deck and his head in the clouds, headed off to bed after a long day of sparring, helping, and thinking of his sudden decision to abandon all logic and reason to race after a dream of saving a princess and the world."
Wow. That was more dramatic then I had anticipated. :P

"...choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God than to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin, esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in Egypt; for he looked to the reward." Hbr 11:25-26

My last sentence before I head to class:

Jeanne tried to see the name attached to the picture, but as she did a woman snatched her hand and let her doleful tears wash over her skin.

I've been wanting to use the word dolsome for awhile now... but apparently it is an archaic word from Middle English. So I changed it a little to an actual word, and now I am happy. :)

As of right now, here is mine, though I might try to get some wordage in before my class since I'm just chilling in the hallway waiting for it to start...

"He pats the sand beside him. “Unless you had an important date with... I don’t know, a manatee or something.”"

*Insert a clever remark here, and pretend I said it.*

~ 2nd year NaNo participant ~
2009 -- Providence... in progress
2008 -- Vaampyr.... won!

The only thing that made the Kooran’ai a threat was their penchant, overbearing desire even, to use biological weaponry on their enemies.

Try to look unimportant. The enemy may be low on ammo.

Garrick sought to create a story that wouldn’t make him sound like a whack job stalker.

That’s right somehow I got whack job in my novel.

sorry, the computer is lame and double-posted.

^^ whack job is a great word. haha

And this is the last sentence I'm going to write before I get out of this lab and go home to eat and sleep the rest of the day:

He’d forgotten how…kind and protective Lucas could be; it had become harder over the years to picture Lucas in his uniform after seeing him in his prison jumpsuit for so long.

“You broke the oaths made in marriage, and lay with a demon."

Make your

Tonight it was: "He had no idea what time it was."

Wow, that's both boring AND ends with a preposition! Score two for crap! Go NaNo!

"What could I do if I did not have to do it perfectly? A lot more than I am now."

Tonight I end with:

"Ann Arbor is a whore!" Win exclaimed.

God it didn’t matter. Either way it was over.

*cackles maniacally* Oh Vennie darling. If only that were true. Too bad this is, literally, the end of the scene that STARTED the plot.

Try to look unimportant. The enemy may be low on ammo.

Go ahead on and underestimate me. I like it like that.

Here it is, though I am still writing:

“That way, you can come over for lunch when you’re back in town.”

"There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein." ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

Cue the music!

"My job was done."

Helloooo melodrama!

Ericka
Co-ML, Indianapolis

Inspired vessel of the Traveling Shovel of Death

The cover had been heavily damaged, and the spine of the book was peeling off like bark from a tree trunk.

(I'm still hoping to add at least a few hundred more words tonight... there are ghosts afoot!)

However, it didn't smell that way now and everything, even the air felt black and smelled musty.

hi ibibenibi--i need to get a few write in's on the schedule. us northsiders are looking to go to the barnes and noble on 146th st. one evening a week from 6-9pm. it appears we need to stay away from tues/thur. as some people work. so, could you add wednesday nights this month at that location and send out a message for us? thanks!

Exposure was as good as money in the bank.

"Of course," I thought as I looked at the crumpled body at my feet, "he probably hadn't wanted to die either."