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!
Day 02- The meaning behind your blog name:
There’s always more to the story, on everything, and I was like, “That’s awesome for a blog name” and well, once I started using it, it stuck. I’ve had it for awhile, now, and I adore it! I’ve had it since at least August of 2006. Going on SEVEN YEARS with this name! ?
Day 2: A song that makes you cry.
Watch this, listen to the stories, and tell me you won’t!
Day 02 –> Something you love about yourself.
I love my eyes. I am starting to love that I have to wear glasses. I can be more me with them! Continue reading →
My brother’s girlfriend is pregnant. The scary thing? We’re suggesting he get DNA testing done when the baby is born. When she got pregnant, they were no longer living together. I’m not saying they weren’t sleeping together, I’m just saying I don’t trust the *bleep* as far as I can throw her. She’s the type that threatens suicide if you break up with her, and spreads all the drama on MySpace while she keeps her crap private. Then again, since she’s always drinking, I’m hoping, for the sake of an unborn child, that this is all a hoax and that there is *no* baby at all, and it’s just a way to try and force my brother into a relationship he no longer desires.