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!
I wish apartments had more space. I’m even looking at apartments for rent to see if there are bigger ones somewhere. Then again, our lease isn’t up until May. I love this complex. Not a fan of a few of my neighbors, but for the most part, I like the complex. Its just the lack of space. I need more space.
Then again, I know of people in a house, with decent space, wanting something bigger, so it must just be a common thing for all of us.