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I’m a Terrible Writer

Dylan Jourey ran his hands through his dark brown hair in frustration. He couldn’t believe that his daughter had done that. He couldn’t believe that she had burst into Skye Parker’s shelter, her place of business, and just made that accusation. He hadn’t even realized that the town they had moved to was one that actually had a Parker in residence. He figured that was what he got for not looking into the proprietors of businesses.

But when he had heard about this town, he had to bring his daughter. He was tired of always having to hide who and what they were, everywhere that they had moved. It wasn’t that he wasn’t proud that he was a werewolf and that he was raising a “werewolf pup”, especially as a single father, but most of the world didn’t even realize that they were actually real, that they actually existed. That was the problem, the singular problem. If they really knew, they would be hunted down and eliminated. That’s why he moved to Needmore, Colorado.

Yuck! That’s what I wrote. This is why I have a love-hate relationship with NaNoWriMo. I write terribly when I’m forced to write. When I let the words just flow, I can get some amazing shit done.

Right now, it’s not happening. Right now, I’m just trying to get caught back up!

Even my SEO plugin is telling me my writing is bad :O

Oh well, time to just keep going! See you on the flip side!

Playing with Nature


It’s cold here in Kansas. Like not as cold as like Colorado, but we were in the 70s on Monday and now we’re not getting out of freezing temps for lows anytime soon.

That’s cold for us.

It’s colder because we have wind. Lots of wind. So, it’s downright dangerous to be out for long periods of time.

So, the kids hang out inside until the bus comes. They play with the fog that happens because the temperature difference is so drastic from inside to outside (70F-ish inside, felt like 4F outside)

2007 NaNo … all 5K of it, LOL

The start of the day was never a good time for Miranda Capellarius. The were-panther hated waking up. She hated the task of having to start a new day. It just never seems to stop though. Every sunset equaled a new sunrise in a few hours, less and less time between it seemed. Miranda just was not a morning person, and it showed in every move she made. It was in the attitude she portrayed.

She climbed out of the bed, and stretched. She grabbed the fluffy, girly robe off of the chair beside the bed, and wrapped it around herself. She hated living in Colorado. The damn temperatures would fluctuate like mad. She wished she was somewhere else, somewhere where it was always warm.

She quickly jogged to the bathroom, and started the shower. She turned on the stereo. She was in the mood for something soft and romantic, so she popped in the Titanic soundtrack. She loved the movie, and even years later, still loved to listen to the music, and remember the feelings that time brought back.

She quickly showered while singing along to Celine Dion. She was so glad that she didn’t live with anyone else. Her voice, in her opinion, was scary. It, without her were-powers, could scare anyone away. As an Arcadian were-panther, she possessed a human heart, with human emotions. It hurt when someone ran away from her, especially if it was only because of her singing.

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