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Unfinished Business: #NaNoWriMo

Unfinished Business: #NaNoWriMo

 

  • I don’t feel like I can do a new story for NaNoWriMo when I haven’t finished the last one. It’s still on my mind all of the time. My boyfriend and I keep talking about how there should be more Halloween romantic comedies. Ok. Well, he doesn’t think so necessarily. This story could be the story that I’m looking for on Netflix.
  • So I’m going to post the chapters. Maybe I’ll even fix something that I didn’t see before. OMG. Help me! 🙂 The following chapter is chapter two.

 

“The Lady of Shalot! The Lady of Shalot!! It’s the Lady of Shalot!! Someone help her!! Help!!”

I woke up to a wild-haired man yelling about the Lady of Shalot. We were at the lake. I was in an old fishing boat.

The boat is in need of a paint job and a cleaning. I’m hoping that I’m not laying on fish parts. I don’t think I am. It’s hard for me to say right now because I can barely keep my eyes open.  It has the usual fishing gear – fishing rods, tackle boxes, those green fishing nets and a few fish cages. I’m not sure what they’re called. I think fishermen put the fish in the cages until they are ready for whatever comes next.

The man running along the shore looked possessed. Finally, he waded into the water. He was trying to get to the boat. It’s difficult 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 of his face from all of the running and sweating. I wished that I could help him but I’m not really in a position to help anyone.

I was wearing this really beautiful white sundress with a crocheted back. Well, it was white but now it’s white with some dirt and blood. It’s safe to say that I wasn’t in the boat because I wanted to go fishing. The blood was from me. My head was killing me from a head wound. I can’t see it but I know it’s there. Head wounds are not pretty so it’s probably for the best that I don’t look.

My shoes were missing. Stepping on a fishing lure is the least of my worries at the moment but shoes would be good to have just in case.

The one 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 Shalot or Lancelot or anyone from Camelot because I became unconscious again.

It’s possible that I was the Lady. Poor lady.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About holley4734

I could be the worst cook in America. My boyfriend tells his friends about my cooking disasters. I'm glad someone is amused. I like movies, music, comic books and corny jokes. View all posts by holley4734

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