Life, Love & Liberty

Monday mornings at the Finch residence always passed in the same canter as they always passed. Mr. Finch, a tall gangly man clothed in baggy jeans and black t-shirt, would rise early and sit, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, reading the newspaper and sipping coffee.
His wife Charlotte, or Charlie as she ademantly demanded she be called, and who's last name never had matched his own, refused to eat breakfast and instead prefered to pass her mornings as she did nearly all of her waking hours, pounding away on the typewriter in the unusually large upstairs closet. She felt that hunger sharpened her skills of observation and, therefore, allowed her to capture the reality of life in a more vivid and real way. All that she did and all that she experianced was inspiritation to her which she promptly recorded with due diligence.
The eldest child of Mr. and "Mrs." Finch, Isabel Finch, was at 15 most uncommonly different from her parents. The lack of structure provided by her parents laid back personalities demanded that she take responsibility of the household and see to it that things were done accordingly. Which included ensuring that the youngest Finch, Flannigan, actually attended classes and succeeded in passing the fifth grade...

Well... I suppose I could write about 'The Flight Of Flannigan Finch'. :D Possibly.
I think I'll just write something, anything, and see what happens. Just make word count my highest objective. : )

Cole.

National Novel Writing Month

Hello All,

I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month, (NANO), this year and I plan on tracking my progress in this blog. The goal of NANO is to encourage each and every one of us to tackle the novel we all say we're going to write. 50,000 words is the recognized finish line and the deadline is midnight the 30th of November. All in all it adds up to one crazy challenge and a whole lot of insanity.

I'm not sure if what I'm going write will be called 'The Flight Of Flannigan Finch' or if it will have anything to do with 'The Flight of Flannigan Finch' but I figured it was as good a name as any so it's staying. I dub thee 'official'...

The insanity starts midnight, November 1st. Wish me luck. Here goes nothing. :D

Love All,
Cole.

PS: check out some of my poetry at http:thesparrowsnest.blogspot.com/