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Snow Sky – NaBloPoMo Day 5

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I don’t like snow skies. I don’t like grey air and grey skies. Not one bit. I look at the ground a lot when there’s sky-poop happening.

I don’t mind when the sky poop lands and it’s all pretty and sparkly and new and fresh and why the shit did I only wear sandals to this retreat because now it’s snowing and who does that? Who. Does. That.

Anyway, I think I’ve finished the second draft of a novel that, the more I think about it, the more it seems derivative, but then I squint my eyes a bit and it’s not so bad. I think it’ll be okay. I guess you could argue that everything since the very first novel is derivative. Maybe it’s not even all that bad of a thing. At least it’s identifiable.

Probably it isn’t at all. Derivative, I mean. It’s just that I’ve been sitting at this writing desk for three days and I’ve managed to get a novel completely rewritten and I think my eyes might be bleeding. I only sobbed twice. A day.

So I’ll look at the sky poop laying around on the ground and hope my bald tyres get me home today and I guess start on a new book. Maybe it’s time to try to compile a poetry manuscript.

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2 responses to “Snow Sky – NaBloPoMo Day 5”

  1. Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt Avatar
    Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt

    To get rid of snow poop you must move to where it doesn’t happen. Or at least not very often. California fits the bill for us (we moved from New Jersey, which definitely has seasons). This is what I grew up in, and feels normal: every day is mostly sunny, and it gets chilly in the evenings when the sun goes down. Yes, even in the very hot summers. There’s little humidity.

    Otherwise (and I don’t think I’d move to the States in this political climate), congratulations on your writing progress! I need to get hooked up to mine, and I keep getting interrupted by life after the move and everything that has to be done.

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  2. cenobyte Avatar
    cenobyte

    That’s my dream. California, I mean. Or possibly Mexico. Maybe the French Riviera. Turks and Caicos.

    The political climate in the US is troublesome (to me), plus they probably won’t even ever let me in because now that cannabis is legal in Canada, apparently US border guards are turning people away from the border if they admit to EVER having used it. Even if they used it 30 years ago at a party one time. So. I’m stuck with sky poop for now. :(

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