Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
This is the first draft of my opening paragraph for my NANOWRIMO book (for now.). It helps if you read it in the voice of Stephen Fry or Peter jones (but doesn’t everything.) Edward was an alcoholic, and an ass. He was not an ass because he was an alcoholic, but he was a alcoholic …
And now for something completely different…. So it is November and the first day of NANOWRIMO, Oh and my MAC is no longer with us :, ( so I am doing it the old fashioned way (with paper) oh and an iPhone. So I will only be posting a paragraph daily because I am on …
Disappearing leaves Bare limbs reveal a grey sky Lost days repeating
Yellowing leaves fall Glimmering gold in the light My breath turns to ice
Watching skies turn grey Wind blown yellow leaves in flight Gliding in warm doors
Colored leaves shifting Transforming before my eyes Falling silently
The rising tide 