|P.S. I really do love the 8-bit look they've got going on this year :)|
Sooo in celebration of 'winning' NaNo, I figured I'd make this first day of December a Six Sentence Sunday and of course choose a passage from the novel I was working on last month. I'm still not sure what it is, or if it will be anything halfway decent at all, but...well, it exists, I guess? ;)
I suppose it should have tipped me off, just how 'content' I was with my life, when the first and basically only thing that crossed my mind upon finding a member of the living dead on the road near my yoga retreat was I have to make sure Holden is okay. Holden being my dog, of course. That's right, my live-in boyfriend of three years didn't cross my mind at all - I just wanted my dog.Now, because I don't want you to think I'm too cold, I will admit that after the initial panic and about an hour into my three-hour drive home, I did start thinking about my mother. She was alone, after all, still living on the farm she'd once shared with my father.
Says something, doesn't it?
Well...there ya go. I know that it cuts off a bit short at the end there, but that's what comes with only sharing six sentences, no more no less!