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Planning to do Nanowrimo, on my own, for the month of March. November is always too crazy. I’m working through ideas now.
Character construction is a delightful and painful process.
When you get punched in the esophagus by a fist full of life
The human heart beats approximately 4,000 times per hour
And each pulse,
each palpitation is a trophy
engraved with the words
“You are still alive”
…So act like it
Four of my coworkers inquired about my well-being yesterday. Including my boss. I tried to change the subject and say I needed to phone one of my students. She thought I meant a personal call and offered to give me the office for a bit. I’m surrounded by incredible people, and I am so lucky.
A.S. King’s Reality Boy.
I’ve always imagine my armor being wings. It doesn’t matter that they’re invisible because I know they’re there. Purple, pink, big, and beating. But plastic wrap works too.
“Please stay alive,” he says. He almost whispers. I don’t know what to say. I wish we could die, now, so it would stop hurting. I wish I could lie to him, and tell him what he wants to hear.
I wish the will to live were something that couldn’t be lost.
Freak and Spaz. <3
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