November, Movember…

It’s the first of the month, which means it’s time for the regular Monthly Projects post.

If you’re wondering about the title reference, November has become the month where men all around the world grow mustaches to raise awareness of prostate cancer while calling themselves Mo Bros. I did not know this was a thing until last year, but this year, apparently, it is a THING. Read more about it on their website: http://www.movember.com/

Now, onto the regular post:

First off, let me say that it is November, which some of you might know is NationalNovelWritingMonth. You have 30 days and you have to write 50,000 words. I first participated in 2010 (and won!) and I am doing it again this year. Writing has just fallen a little on the way side lately and I’ve had this outline FOREVER. So here it goes… Check out this cute little live word count (it updates as I update my word count on their official site):

If you’re free this month or want a challenge, sign up! It’s fun; slightly devastating at times, but fun. Follow @NaNoWordSprints to get motivated throughout your day! This is my November project and I intend to win (unlike last year where I kind of… well, didn’t…)!

Now as for last month’s project: the texture collaboration with Hybrid Genesis. It was a busy month and I didn’t get done as much as I’d planned. Actually I only finished a few textures last night and sent them to Thia so she could look them over. The plan is that we’ll both share them on our sites for download, so I’ll post them as soon as she gets back to me.

Onto you now: How’d you do in October? Did you get everything done ahead of time or did you finish it on Oct 31 at 22:35, like me? How about this upcoming month?

Happy Birthday, Matt.

Technically, Matt’s birthday was on the 17th. And I’m totally not proud that I actually spaced this year and completely forgot which day it was even though I had pinned up five notes all around my apartment! Luckily, he knows I lurve him, so he wasn’t mad and instead laughed hysterically at my inevitable apology rant.

Because Matt and I are such good friends, he asks me for presents that don’t cost much (he knows I’m basically broke and/or looking at a bunch of bills that need to be paid). One of the things he always wants is for me to write him a short story. Actually, he doesn’t specify what to write him, but I suppose “love letter” is not what he pictures. So, I’m the one who specifies “short story” and this one is what I wrote for him this year.

It’s called Seven years of peace and quiet.

 

Seven years of peace and quiet, is what Mommy says. And then, she says, he just went crazy. Daddy is standing next to her and nods. They are talking to a police officer while I get to sit on the back of his car. There are many cars in our street today, most of them are firefighters. I asked if I could sit in the firefighter car, but they wouldn’t let me. Daddy said they were busy putting out the fire of Mr. Crinkles’ house. Some weird incidents, says the police officer and my parents both nod. A weird couple of weeks, they say. So weird. But they don’t tell him how weird, so when one of the other officers comes over to offer me some candy and asks what happened, I tell her. Because I might only be seven years old and I might not remember all of the ‘peace and quiet’ my Mom is talking about, but I remember the weird couple of weeks.

So, it all started out with a car. If you can even call it that. I would call it a ‘piece of crap’, but Daddy wouldn’t like me saying that word, even though he’d secretly agree with me. I mean, come on, it was old and dirty and it wouldn’t even start. I’m pretty sure other people would say it was a ‘piece of crap’, too. Anyway, said car belonged to our neighbor, Mr. Crinkles. And even though it wasn’t working anymore, he kept it in his driveway. Daddy once told me it was for ‘sentimental reasons’, whatever that means. Around the same time of that car being in our neighbor’s driveway, we had a tree in our front yard. We kept it there because it brought us shade during the hot summer days, not for ‘sentimental reasons’. I just want to make sure that’s clear. Our tree had a reason to be there. That car didn’t.

 

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