The printer ran out of paper today. I printed out two stories I’ve written in order to conduct an experiment. I asked Sarge to read both, and whichever one he wanted to read more of would become my NaNoWriMo novel this year.
He finished both, held one up and said: This one’s bleak as hell. While I think that ‘bleak’ has its place, I don’t want to sit with bleak for a month. Because I’m not feeling it. And so, I’m flying with the other one.
In the spirit of things, my weekend played out like a NaNo dare.
A broken filling (yes, one of the ones from the sadistic dentist)
A curry on the floor
You can use those, if you wish. All stories are different.
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