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BABE IN THE WOODS: Seven

By On November 15, 2004 · Leave a Comment · In Writing

Thursday, October 31, 2013: West Point, NY, USA

“Trick or treat, Vargas! Time to move!”

Damon shifted under his green flannel bedsheet, slightly damp from a night of fitful sleep, as he teetered on the edge of consciousness, desperately trying to ignore the insistent knocking at his door. Pulling the lumpy pillow over his head [...]

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NaNoWriMo 2004 Word Count, Day 14

By On November 15, 2004 · Leave a Comment · In Personal

Like so many things with me, once I get past the hump of actually getting started on something, I tend to jump into it completely and, as much as possible, make the most of the moment.

Like spring cleaning, of the sort we did yesterday after continually putting it off for the past few weeks. [...]

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NaNoWriMo 2004 Word Count, Day 13

By On November 14, 2004 · Leave a Comment · In Personal

Babe in the Woods, NaNoWriMo Word Count, Day 13: 10,874 (-10,797)

Roughly 50 double-spaced pages so far, surpassing the length of my old screenplay’s first draft, many moons ago! (Though that was cranked out over three days, so perhaps it’s not so impressive.) Still deep in the Word Debt hole, though, but the [...]

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BABE IN THE WOODS: Interlude (two)

By On November 13, 2004 · Leave a Comment · In Writing

2007-2009; United States of America

The United States’ second Civil War finally broke out in 2007, after three years of boiling following the controversial 2004 Presidential election.

Strangled by a two-party political system that over the years had, for all intents and purposes, merged into one, unable to convincingly differentiate themselves on the major issues [...]

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BABE IN THE WOODS: Six

By On November 13, 2004 · Leave a Comment · In Writing

Wednesday, October 30, 2013: Mt. Pleasant, NY, USA

Eric Pearson took three lunging steps backwards, his stomach still clenched tight, threatening more dry heaves if he didn’t find some fresh air in the next 30 seconds.

Clear of the puddle of blood, gore and half-digested sliders, he turned and stepped back out of the door [...]

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