Some of you already know about NaNoWriMo. If not click on the link.
A couple of weeks ago, Bruno kindly suggested that I take part of the worldwide event since he knows I like writing. He also informed me about the 50,000-word limit. My heart sank but I still signed up. I was excited and couldn't wait for November 1st. But lo! and behold, Nov 1st came and gone...I didn't even write a word. My inspiration kinda deserted me.
Until today! I started a story but I don't think I'll be able to reach the 50,000-word limit. So I thought I'd publish it here and gauge some reaction. (Read encouragement!) Now to see it through is another issue. Hopefully my short (really short) will come to a graceful end...and not be discarded like an unwanted piece of garment.
So for starters, here's Chapter 1 (No title yet):
As I make my way up to the bar, self-doubt is plaguing my mind.
Should I be really here? Shouldn’t I instead be home, have a shower and read a book or something? Or even watch TV?
I know I cannot go to sleep with all the question marks bouncing off in my head. Questions which would affect my life if I don’t find the right answers. But what are the right answers? I need to find the right answers.
Maybe a drink first…a small one…Maybe that will help.
Looking around the bar, it looks empty with a few chairs occupied by a couple of executives. No one will harass me here. I’ll take a corner seat where no one would even notice me. After all, I’m not dressed to kill. Not tonight. The executives have their heads buried in some documents strewn all over their table.
“Hi there. Can I help you ?”, a gentle voice asked.
Gentle voice? He doesn’t look the type. His rugged looks emphasised with a well-garnished beard, disshevelled hair almost touching the collar of his logoed shirt, blotchy eyes…
Oh my god! Where am I?
“Erm, Ma’am how can I help you?”
Well for starters, you can help me find the right answers…!
Out loud, I said, “Good evening, yes please. A Vodka with bitter limes please.”
Was that a smirk or was it knowing look he shot at me? Hmmm, whatever…
“Right away, love.”
A shudder went through me. Oh please don’t call me love. It brings unpleasant memories which I could do without tonight. It reminds me of…Stop!
Just one drink...one drink is all I want...
And then later, I will deal with whatever needs to be dealt with…
Making my way to the seat I saw by the jukebox, my phone rings…
What do you think? Go on rain on my parade... :)
