NaNoWriMo Day 29
How you feel when writing is very important. I felt really good yesterday and liked what I wrote. However, today, the story seems to have taken a left turn and it’s become melancholy. It feels like my characters are a whole new set of people and suddenly I don’t like what I wrote. Tomorrow is the last day, and I intend to make it better than today.
Here is the best of what I’ve written today. Enjoy.
The pictures were quite something. Distinguished gentlemen with their wives, holding their newborn child. It made me wonder what our family portrait would be like. Derrick in a dark, Italian suit, piercing blue eyes gazing lovingly at me whilst I sat in a plush, red velvet chair in a champagne pink dress with all the frills, holding our beautiful, chestnut baby wrapped in the whitest white.
I shook my head, trying to erase the image from my brain. I didn’t know what possessed me to think about a future with Derrick. We were literally on our second date and here I was planning to be his wife and the mother of his child. I really needed to get out of this museum and sober up from this.
