#NaNoWriMo: Chapter 1

#NaNoWriMo: Chapter 1


“The Lady of Shalott! The Lady of Shalott!!” It’s the Lady of Shalott! Someone help her! Help!!”
I woke up to this wild-haired man yelling about the Lady of Shalott. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not. We were at a lake. I was laying in an old fishing boat.
The boat was in need of a paint job and a thorough cleaning. I was hoping that I wasn’t làying in fish guts. I didn’t think so? It was hard for me to tell because I could barely keep my eyes open. The boat had the usual fishing gear – fishing poles, tackle boxes. There were those green fishing nets and a few fishing cages. I’m not sure if they are really called fish cages. I think fishermen put the fish in the cages until they are ready for whatever comes next.

The man was running along the shore. He looked a little possessed. Finally, he ran into the water as fast as he could. He was trying to get to the boat. It’s difficult for him to keep such a quick pace in the water. The poor guy looked as frantic as his untamed locks. He looks like Albert Einstein -interesting but not insane. His crooked glasses were about to fall off from all of the sweat running down his face. I wished that I could have helped him but I was not in a position to help anyone.

I was wearing this beautiful white sundress with a crocheted back. Well, it used to be white but now it’s something else. I would have been really stunning, except for being dirty from laying in fishing boat. Not to mention that there was blood – from me, I think. I can’t tell where it came from.  My head is killing me so the chances are good that I have a head wound.
My shoes are missing, which does not seem like a big deal right now. Stepping on a fishing lure is the least of my worries. Shoes would still be nice to have.
The only thing that I knew was that I wasn’t in the boat because I wanted to go fishing.
Unfortunately, I did not see the Lady of Shalott or Lancelot or anyone from Camelot because I passed out.
It’s possible that I was the lady. Poor lady.











“Just a small town girl – living in a lonely world.” Concert tickets are practically essential. Musicals are the key to life. I like movies, music,books, and corny jokes.

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