National Novel Writing Month gets off to a great start
Excerpts from “Secrets”- The Writer, the Nun and the Gardener
Lowell, MI – It’s already day three of the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Today’s target goal is 5,000 words. With half of my third chapter or story done, I have passed that goal logging in 5,480 words.
Although stretching a bit beyond the target, some heavy hitters logged in 20k. I am happy with my progress since this is my first time participating in NaNoWriMo with the clear intention to get “Secrets”, sequel to my debut “Shifting Sands Short Stories” published.
It is also a double-donate Saturday to the creative project supported by major sponsors such as The National Endowment for the Arts. Here are some stats of participation:
- Nearly 500,00 writers, including 100,000 kids and teens in our Young Writers Program.
- More than 1,200 libraries and community spaces in our Come Write In program.
- Nearly 1,000 Municipal Liaisons who organize in-person writing events in communities around the world.
For mor info how to donate go to: http://www.nanowrimo.org
I am delighted to share the following excerpt:
The Writer, the Nun and the Gardener
Zita touched her left cheek and ran her finger on a newly-formed pimple overnight. It will soon flare into a nasty red bump that may get infected. She smoothed her jean skirt tightly hugging her thighs covered by floral tights. Her straight brown hair was long. She always sat by the windows in any class to tame her phobias. She looked outside the window at the falling leaves. The harsh winter would come soon, and as always, she wasn’t prepared for it.
Teacher Bob was going over it again; the reproductive organs and sexual functionalities or dysfunctionalities. She had just turned down a date, and Bob was having too much fun in his sex education class.
The only reason Zita took the class was her mother Dona, who insisted on it.
“You will soon be dating, you need to know some things about your body,” Dona said.
“But, why can’t you explain it to me?” asked Zita at the suburban home in Green Heights.
When Kurt asked her out again, Zita snapped, “I am not dating yet. I am not ready.”
Kurt didn’t live far from her in the middle- class neighborhood. When they were kids, they played together, since she was the only child in the family.
“Go and play with Kurt,” Dona said.
Kurt, too, had pimples and a lot of them. He had dirty blond hair, straight nose and blue eyes. He was tall and well-built, so he was on the football team.
In the boredom of winter, Kurt asked Zita out to go to the movies. This time, Zita couldn’t resist as the days were getting shorter and shorter; she had read all the books she could.
It was busy inside the movie theater. Most people were suffering from the lack of sun like Zita was. Kurt bought popcorn and looked at her pretty figure with pleasure.
“I can buy some chocolate too, if you want me to,” he said tempting her.
“Yeah, right, you want me to be fat or what?” Zita snapped.
Ever since her hormones kicked in, Zita had trouble with weight. The constant dieting cycled with overeating.
“We can run around the hood together,” he said.
The thought of running around the neighborhood in Green Heights startled her. The people loved to gossip about each other’s diseases and faulty relationships; who had sex with whom and let’s not forget that dry drunk next door, who beats his wife.
“You want to stir the soup, ha?” she laughed.
“It will be good for your figure,” Kurt leaned toward Zita and put his arm around her shoulders.
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