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It is becoming a habit not to post suddenly or maybe since it is almost another month maybe not so suddenly. I am going to have to remove the post a day icon if I can’t get myself into gear. Well this month has been crazy too but for completely different reasons. Good reasons this time. WOOHOO.  Although at the same time not so woohoo.

Why crazy…well normal everyday life, school, job but I am also participating in NaNoWriMo. That in itself is huge cause I was not sure I should even try it.  I got a lot of encouragement and decided to go for it.  This is the WOOHOO.

The first week I started writing and I was doing okay… mostly hitting the word count. But it was drivel. And the worst kind, you know, written word just for the sake of word count.  I think it was because I didn’t believe in the story anymore. I mean it is still back there but it does feel like something that can become a novel.   So like a crazy person (and that whole changing horses midstream) I changed stories.

Probably not my smartest move, but I am writing steadily. Not hitting the word count with this one though. Which is a bummer that’s why not so woohoo.

One smaller piece of news. I entered the November’s Short, Short Story from Writers Digest. There is one every month. It goes from the 16th of 1 month to the 15th of the next. So the next chance to enter is right now  till December 15th .

I called it “Toe to Toe. ”  It was taken from a writers prompt I had buried in my plot bunnies folder for a while that I couldn’t find anything to do with it.  The prompt tell a story from the viewpoint of your body or body part.

After I find out if I won anything … they require first rights. I will post it here and see what everyone thinks.

On that note, I just found out what first rights are. I did not know putting my work on sites like fictionpress.com, and fanstory.com made it ineligible for contest /publication entry. From what I could find out if the public sees it, the first rights are gone and no publishing house wants it.

It’s a good thing that they are not crazy about publishing short stories or poems (that are not part of an anthology) or I would be sunk.

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I follow this blog on wordpress called ” Writers Block Busters ” On it she puts a prompt of a question, a sentence and a paragraph to get the juices flowing. Well, coupled with a program that I have called “write or die” I try to get my thousand words a day written.

Her post on sunday was ….  It’s a pisser having to be the responsible one. And here is my 500 word piece of flash fiction. (15 minutes and 504 words)  I don’t have a title for it yet.  Thanks Cyrannette.  Here is a link to her blog  http://helpfromcyranette.wordpress.com

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It’s a pisser having to be the responsible one. Yet here I was again cleaning up after my big brother. So much for being the youngest child.

I folded the woman’s arms over her chest in an attempt to make it look like she was sleeping. Not that was happening considering the gaping hole in the middle of her chest.

“Just leave her and get your ass out of there before someone sees you.” Dustin hissed.

I looked back over my shoulder to glare at the oaf who screwed-up again. “Damn it we can’t just leave her like this. If your drunken ass hadn’t shot off your mouth we wouldn’t be here now. Help me or shut the hell up so I can do this. “

He snorted in the background but I noticed he did not come any closer nor did he offer to help clean up. I added another bloody baby wipe to the pile. All that was left was the face and then we wouldn’t have to worry about Dustin’s DNA to tracing back to him.

“Arn’t you done yet,” his voice hissed in my ear.

If my mother had known the things I would do when she requested I watch after him on her deathbed, I know she wouldn’t have made me promise. “You’re doing it again, you stupid ass. You’ve contaminated the body and left evidence the police can use to put your sorry self in jail. Then tell me who will want to hire a contract killer who can’t keep out of lock up.”

Dustin was chagrined. I knew he couldn’t help it and instantly felt terrible. Richard our oldest brother got him started down this path and then gave up on him when he felt Dustin was too dumb. Richard had a point but abandoning Dustin was too much like kicking a dog. Neither of them understood what they had done or why someone they loved could hurt them.

I gathered the pile of bloody wipes and put them in a plastic bag that I carried around just for situations like this. “Look she is cleaned up. Let me just wipe down the car and then we could go.”

“Thanks Janet. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I sighed. What else could I do? “I know Dustin, don’t worry about it.”

I surveyed the scene and stomped on a couple of places that looked like they could be a footprint and decided I had done as much as I could.

We had already been here fifteen minutes and our time was running out. “Let’s go.”

There was nothing I could do to eliminate the tracks the pick-up would leave. Truth was I could only hope that Dustin still had that spare set of tires back at his place. If not a trip to pick and pull was in order.

We had been driving out away from my handiwork for about twenty minutes and my cellphone started chirping.

“This is Sheriff Watkins. How can I help you?”