NaNoWriMo

That's right it's NaNoWriMo. For those who aren't nerd fighters; NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. Which is, November. This month many are attempting to write a 50 000 word novel. While this may just produce a lot of crappy novels, it's getting people who don't write, writing.

Naturally I'm joining the novel crusade and nerdfighting for a decent novel.

Here's some of what I've been writing; for those who are interested.

This is the smallest might-be-true story that ever there was, that boys can put in their back pockets and write in the margins for the girls they stole it from.

CHAPTER 1

The door bell rang a third time. Beth knew who it was and therefore had no intention of answering it.

“Come on Beth!” the voice on the other side of the door pleaded, “open the door”.

The persistence displayed by the boy did not wear Beth down, but rather fuelled her anger.

“Go away Paul!” She yelled back.

“I am not going until you speak with me, face to face!” Paul replied confidently.

Beth sighed and made her way to the door knowing his stubbornness would make reality of his statement. Beth got onto her tippy-toes, too short as per usual, to peer through the peep-hole in the door. The boy staring back at her was distorted by the convex shaped glass and therefore appeared to have a nose disproportionately large for his face. His brown hair was messy and sat void of any clear part or intention of style – one more thing Beth could add to the list of reasons she had previously recited to him, prompting their break-up.

Paul smiled with victory as the door opened ajar a little, and Beth stood before him in her flannelette pajama pants and singlet. Her hair was up in a bun with soft wispy dark-blonde strands, too short to stay pulled up, falling to frame her delicate face.

“Beth” he said with a smile

“What Paul?” she snapped back, “what could you possibly have to say to me”

“I…” he began, and Beth saw his eyes wondering off as if trying to find the right words to say, “I…love you?” he said unsure, as if he where on a game show and just been asked a question of which he had no idea the answer.

“Oh, oh you love me?” Beth said in a tone filled with sarcasm. “You love me like you love Stacy Crawford? And Lois Watson? And Rebecca Phillips? And, let me see, who else?”

“I told you, they meant nothing!”

“Well that makes me feel a whole lot better” she replied with the same attitude. “Paul,” she began more seriously, articulating every syllable “I do not want to go out with you anymore. There is nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind”.

“But Beth, baby,” he began to plead as the door slammed in front of him blowing a cold gust of air onto his face and further ruffling his hair.

Beth stood by the door and heard his footsteps become more and more muffled until they became non-existent.

Hope you enjoyed it.