books, Fiction, Love and the Sea and Everything in Between, NaNoWriMo, NaNoWriMo 2015, Novels, Stories

nanowrimo // day sixteen

*pops head in* Well… hello there, strangers. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?

I suppose I could make the typical excuse that “I’ve been writing for nanowrimo and have had no time to blog”, but, while that’s true, I’ve had plenty of opportunity to post an update… I just didn’t feel like it at the time. In any case, I’m back now with an update and some snippets. (YESSS)

So after taking the weekend off Love and the Sea and Everything in Between is just about to 30K and I hope to reach that goal by tonight. (fingers crossed)

The two-day break was well-needed. Before, my writing had grown to feel awkward and dry. Now, though, it feels deep and therapeutic once more. I can feel the magic in my veins making its way to the words on my pages. What a wonderful feeling. There really is nothing else like it.

Also, I hope to make a more personal blog post later this week, so stay tuned for that!

Now…

SNIPPETS!

 :

// I stand on the edge of the earth, where everything ends. Where the
earth has been cut away and the sky swoops down to fill the void.

// And our hearts move to the beat of the rain.

// I think of her. Because if I don’t, I would lose myself.

// Adventure starts here: with a choice to depart the Now. Goodbye, Now.

// I think this is what love must sound like: the beating of our hearts mingled with the crashing of the waves.

// Isn’t that usually the way it goes? After a while, the numbness just… becomes normal. It becomes right.

// The sky tonight is a masterpiece to behold and I feel lucky to behold it. It’s funny; when you’ve experienced such brilliant life, the colors all seem brighter, more brilliant. Now, it seems, I stand in the afterglow of that experience and I can’t help but wonder when it will fade.

// This is why life has to be more than just survival: because when we spend our entire lives trying to just survive, we don’t know how to do anything else. We don’t know how to live.
There has to be more than just survival. There has to be. Or else it isn’t worth it.

// I wonder who I could have been if I lived back when there was still so much wonder in the world. When there was still so much yet to be discovered. I wonder if, maybe, I could have been the one to discover the Americas, or discover electricity, or create the telephone, or build the pyramids, or lead the Israelites out of Egypt.
I wonder who I could’ve been if everything was different. If this world, today, the one in which I exist never existed. Not to me, anyway. If the only world I ever knew, or ever thought could be known, was a world full of endless possibility, a world full of discovery and wonder.
I miss it, the wonder. I miss it even though I never discovered continents or built pyramids or discovered electricity or mapped the stars. I miss it like an orphan misses the mother he never knew. I miss it like the housecat misses the wild it never wandered.
It’s a strange feeling, to miss the things you’ve never known. It feels like remembering, but in reverse; like remembering something that hasn’t happened yet.

// Is this what love is: a hurricane to the soul? Is this what love does: lay to ruins everything you thought you knew about love?

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