Something Makes Me Think I Should Be Writing

We have made it, people! We have come to the halfway point. Half of NaNoWriMo is behind us!

By this time, a lot of us are experiencing the “halfway point blues”. The thought that we still have a whole other half of a month to go is a bit overwhelming. Let’s not look at it that way though. Instead, we should be saying we only have half a month left! We should be looking at all the words we’ve already written, thinking of all the accomplishments we have made.

Just half a month left! Don’t give up! Write those beautiful words!

Oh, whoops! Ahem. . .

Now what should I be doing again. . .?

Favorite Writings of the Day: (Because I have actually been doing it. . .some. . .)

Chaos ensued above. Looking up, Darven could see a searing stream of flames shooting out just above the hatch. Shouts and screams of men resounded across the field. A roar pierced the air. More flames appeared, followed by pained shrieks. Then a scaly tail swiped over the exit. Loud pounding and rumbling noises shook the walls. Then silence.

The only noise to be heard was the heavy, alarmed breathing of the children as they all looked at each other wide-eyed. Slowly, Darven ascended the rungs and examined the field. Smiling, he looked back down at the others.

"Our rides have arrived. Come on, we better mount quickly." Climbing the rest of the way out, he moved around a burning corpse to greet Barveris. He wrinkled his nose. The whole field reeked of burning flesh and freshly spilled blood. "You sure do make a mess."

The dragon gave him a gentle shove with his wing.

"Yes, I am grateful. But you can read my mind, so must I say it?"

Barveris thought he did.