To #NaNoWriMo or Not to #NaNoWriMo

Personal Narrative
It's been a couple of years since my first and only participation in National Novel Writing Month. Despite my reticence of previous years, I found it a great experience and I was very glad I tried it. Last year this time, I thought I'd try it again, but the beginning of #NaNoWriMo happened while I was on a honeymoon. Who knew two people could sleep so much when relaxing on a boat!? Suffice to say, I was focused on other things and could never really get my mind on starting or continuing work on anything major last fall. So here we are. I think I'm in, but I'm not positive. In a few short weeks, I'll be undergoing a surgical procedure. I've never been under general anesthesia. I've never even had…
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Who presents this bride?

Personal Narrative
Today makes eight. For years I went to bed early. As an elementary school teacher, I had an extensive morning routine involving exercise, prayer, and a 30-minute commute. I arrived at work by 7 a.m. – well before the kiddos who often wanted to share household news as soon as they said good morning.
Because I require 7-8 hours of sleep to function well, I observed a strict bedtime of 9 p.m. My friends knew this and generally avoided calling past 8 or 8:30. From time to time an acquaintance would call too late, so I turned off my ringer at night just to play it safe. That is, until Daddy admitted his health was fading. It was shortly after Mama died. His prostate cancer wasn't a secret, yet he seemed to be…
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Sinking in

Personal Narrative
As a little girl, when I was about to do something fun, I wouldn't feel any excitement. Like we'd be preparing to go to Six Flags. SIX FLAGS of all places, where the roller coasters were great and your stomach did all the flips. And I was like, cool, with the shoulder shrug and everything. And it wouldn't be a fake cool. I'd seriously have no emotion attached. It was an event that would take place  at some point. And I was glad to go, but just slow to warm. Like the idea needed to marinate or something. But suddenly, something would click. Usually the night before said event or even the morning of, it would finally sink in: I'M GOING TO SIX FLAGS!!!! And I'd be excited and smiley and…
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