This is National Novel Writing Month, #NaNoWriMo. For a while I’ve had a hankering to write some fiction, but I have so many other things going on it’s hard to make the time. I’ve decided to use NaNoWriMo as my excuse: for the month of November, I’m going to be writing a work of fiction, one chapter at a time, in place of my regular word tasting notes. Each chapter will start with a photo of a word.
It won’t be long enough to be a novel. Perhaps not even a novella. But never mind.
I’m calling it NOV.
He can’t rem—.
Something hit him, or he hit something. His mind is dism—ed. He is trying to rekindle the fires of awareness from the dim —s of…
Wait. A piece here. He was reading something. It was… volume number 5? No. It was a —el, a —ella, nothing more in—ative than that…
Dammit! He feels like a —ice at this.
He looks up. Words. He is in his library. No. He is not. The words are not bound here. They are free, bounding across the earth and growing on trees. Words and parts of words. His library has been re—ated now stop that what goes in that gap are these words —atures no they are more printed than e—uted that’s not it either; if only he could rem—
It hit him. Continue reading