Some More Nanowrimo Stuff

Feel free to skip this, putting it after the jump for those of you interested.

This is part of  a fictional story though the more I write, the more I question how fictional.

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Shattered

When talking about the past, I sometimes feel like I’m picking up shattered fragments of pottery, trying to feel out the shape of something long since destroyed and forgotten.

Sometimes the fragments match, make a whole, sometimes they don’t.

There are gaps, there are too many pieces. Some never happened, or just didn’t happen that way.

I just wander through my mind at those times, let others fill in the blanks of the conversations, smile and agree to things I have no inkling of. Not even the tiniest shard of memory remaining.

Names that mean nothing to me, voices I no longer remember. They’re everywhere. Facts I was told that I’ve since forgotten.

If my mind is a library I am a poor librarian. The books are not allowed to gather dust on these shelves, instead they are consigned to a fire. Perhaps this is why I am so good at secrets. I forget them so soon after I’m told. Of course there are exceptions, though large chunks of my past are simply gone. I grope for the pieces and find only a few chips of color meaningless without the context that I can no longer provide.

 

Shape: Custom
Skin: Mother Goose – Nadine (Dollarbie)
Eyes: Plastik – Bloodless
Hair: Truth – Danielle
Corset: Plastik – Daunting Fate Corsets(Halloween 2012 gift)
Jacket: Valentina E. Couture – Cadet Jacket(FaMESHed)
Pants: Sn@tch – Heavy Metal Jeans (Resting Place Gift)
Shoes: Tonktastic – Resistance Boots
Necklaces: Virtual Insanity – Heavy Cross Choker, Virtual Insanity – Run With Scissors Necklace, #Ziau# Drop Dead
Bracelets: Me. Jewelery – Pearl Time Bracelet
Piercings: Sn@tch – Eternal Life Piercing(Resting Place Gift)

Blinded

Eventually I’ll write more again. Just now I’m not feeling up to it. I’ll included the next snippet of my Nanowrimo story after the jump though. As compensation I suppose just remember it’s very rough.

Shape: (custom)
Skin: Pink Fuel – Alyx Siren
Hair: Wasabi Pills – Christy
Dress: Valentine E Couture – Long Summer Dress (Fameshed Freebie)
Jacket: Valentine E Couture – Cadet Jacket
Gloves: Plastik – Lipstick Muse
Pasties: PLastik – Bandaids
Stockings: – Erratic – Ripped Stockings
Shoes: Volstead – Charleston Slipper
Bangles – Izzie’s Wood Bangles
Blindfold: #Ziau# See No Evil(Group Gift)

Shape: Custom
Skin: Pink Fuel – Alyx – Siren
BlindFold: #Ziau# See no Evil (Group Gift)
Hair: Alice Project – Ruby
Shirt: Sn@tch – Relaxed Sweater
Bottoms: Sn@tch Rive Skinny Jeans
Socks: Erratic – Ripped Stockings
Shoes: Ducknipple – Harry
Bracelets: Blitzed – Legacy

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Nanowrimo

Not really SL related I know, but this is my blog, I can do what I like. XD I’m going to be using it to try and keep myself working on Nanowrimo, for those of you who don’t know what that is you should go check it out:   I’ll wait.

Anyways the Upshot is I’ve been trying for seven years and haven’t completed it once. I figure if I theoretically have an audience it might keep me on track. This story is going to be about werewolves, so totally original I know. A pack that’s just lost a member, and I might intertwine another idea I had about someone who when they give away objects loses all memories associated with them. We’ll see, and I’ll post snippets here as I work on them.

I’ll still be keeping the SL related stuff coming though so don’t worry!

And just so you know how awful this is likely to be, here’s the first in progress paragraph:

One day I woke up and he was gone. But we’d drifted apart, I wasn’t even the first to know…Not that we’d ever been the closest, that’d always been him and my sister, but we had been closer once. I had to find out over the phone, something I should have known instinctually, something that I would have known just a few years ago. Back when we had truly been a pack. Myself, my brothers, and my sister. I was always the outsider, the straggler in our little group but we were still closer to each other then to anyone else.