The Kiss

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  “Ryabovitch pulled the bed-clothes over his head, curled himself up in bed, and tried to gather together the floating images in his mind and to combine them into one whole. But nothing came of it. He soon fell asleep, and his last thought was that someone had caressed him and made him happy—that something extraordinary, foolish, but joyful and delightful, had come into his life. The thought did not leave him even in his sleep. When he woke up the sensations of oil on his neck and the chill of peppermint about his lips had gone, but joy flooded his heart just as the day before.” The Kiss By Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)

NaNoWriMo report 3


Feeling like Snoopy, sitting on the doghouse with the typewriter.  One particular cartoon stands out in my mind:
Frame 1: "It was a dark and stormy night."
Frame 2: "Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon."
Frame 3: "A maid screamed, a door slammed."
Final frame: Snoopy looks up, "the twist in the plot will baffle my readers!"

Current Word Count 14, 709 toward my goal of 50,000
Words per Day to Finish on Time 1412
Total Words Remaining 35,291

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