Alex Conall, social justice bard (
alexconall) wrote2013-09-01 08:25 pm
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SeptNoWriMo 2013-09-01
1914 words. Possibly more later, but that's a good start, I think. On the other hand, I started writing at noon, it is now eight-thirty, and while there were things in between that weren't writing, that's still an awfully long time to get to a reasonable one-day word count for a --NoWriMo.
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But Leah was actually listening to this version:
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That was the first choice; that might be the biggest choice. Danger in my future, whatever I did; safety only in the past, to which I couldn't return. Enough time in the present to steal the go bag Rae thought nobody knew about—I hadn't one of my own because I didn't have her secret—repack it with clothes that fit me instead of her, pack up my laptop and guitar, and go.Credit for the lyric quote:
I had my marching orders: Chin up, stand tall. Walk for miles in a hurry to nowhere at all. This is my test. Trust only this heart in my chest.
But Leah was actually listening to this version: