NaNoWriMo 2014

The second of November, the day of the dead
and here I sit wrestling words from my head.
It’s day two of NaNoWriMo;
One thousand words down; Forty-nine thousand to go.
I need to write faster. I need to write more.
By midnight tonight, I should be at 3 -3-3-4.
Long days and late nights,
forget showers, just write!
Word after word appears on the screen
as I lay down the prose of a steamy sex scene.
Keep writing, keep counting, keep rocking this story;
Hell bound and hell bent for 50-k glory.


One is our past, the other our future – both gifts not given away.
Memories are experience that can’t be undone, though used to dream a new day.
I embrace my memories as well as my dreams; they both are a part of me.
But, I can’t live just in the past and give up what is yet to be. 
So, tell me your tales of the good old days; reminisce over a cup of tea.
As long as once your stories are told, you come dream a future with me.


Counting all of the ways, like counting sheep,
And listing all of her whys, she fell asleep,
Trying to find the right words that’d best convey
What swelled in her heart for Valentine’s Day.

She woke the next morning in the exact same place,
Cheek pressed to keys, a word on her face –
More poetic than the words shown on the display,
Yes, “qwerty” was what she was trying to say.