Nanowrimo 2011

Winner_120_200_whiteToday is the twenty-seventh day of November, Anno Domini 2011, and I’m officially done with my Nanowrimo challenge. I’m tired, my neck is stiff, the inflammation in my arm is flaring up. I ate too much, I cooked too little, and I am overall a mess. But, I am a satisfied, happy mess. This is my third Nano, and although not finishing wasn’t a possibility, I had several obstacles along the way. I was reminded time and again that freedom of writing is not granted, and that I’m addicted to it. Pax at War is 80k, 50k of them written in twenty-seven days in bursts of 3/4000 words at a time. Physical therapy, at some point four times a week, chronic pain, and other problems did their best to dampen my mood, but I sat and I wrote. Physical therapy will end, the chronic pain will lessen—or I’ll find a way to manage it, my mood will soar again, but Pax at War will be here forever to remind me that was worth suffering. I’m lucky that not only I don’t have anything disabling, but that my husband believes in what I do and let me do it. So, three days after Thanksgiving, I can repeat here what I said before family and friends: I’m grateful for my life. Now, back to writing.

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Nanowrimo 2011

Got Interviewed?

imageTwice! Okay, I’ll admit this is shameless plug, but I’m a newbie, my first novel isn’t out, yet—although it should’ve been out a month ago, but that’s a different story…anyway, my point is I enjoyed seeing my words running freely somewhere else, and I want to share here as well.

My first interview was with Andy Rane, and it was lots of fun. Andy asks the same six questions to all his guests, and I took my time to make the answers as short as they could get.

The second interview just got out today, and it was about my Nanonwrimo experience with Ashley Paternostro who runs a delightful blog called La Bella Novella.

Got Interviewed?

Forever

(Flash fiction inspired by PZ’s picture Scambiando Colore)*

“Drink it,” he says.image

I take the glass from the stem, and I gingerly wrap my fingers around it. The dew condensing on the surface makes me shiver.

“It’s only a sip,” he tries again, and smiles while drinking from his glass.

I raise my eyes to look at him. He is beautiful, and young, and full of promises.

“What you feel now it’s going to last forever; don’t you want to be with me forever?” The final question.

“Well, forever it’s an awful long time to be stuck with you.”

*There are two versions of this flash fiction. The picture inspired me twice; this is the first one.

Forever