I am officially a part of the National Novel Writing Month, even though it's International because it's all over the world. Regardless, I am behind on my quota, so I have given a prayer to the Dark Gods Of Literature. Would you like to hear it? I couldn't bare to deprive you, here it is!
To the Darkest of Dark Writing Gods, Who Hide In The Shadowed Spaces of My Keyboard And Inside The Carbon Bubbles Of My Stiff Knuckles,
Firstly, I hope you liked my introduction. Please don't punish me if I sounded too desperate.
In return for inspiration I will offer you, the sticky tape that holds my life together, my entire music collection, the sea behind my eyes but not in my name (sorry), the mango tree in my backyard which every year almost grows a mango (I think it just needs some inspiration, maybe from the God of Awesome Fruit) and the rain drops that fell into my palms last night while I waited for you.
You said you would visit me.
I'm behind on my quota.
I'll be staring at the moon tonight when it's raining.
See you there.
I throw myself at your feet hoping you will see fit to throw literature down on me like the rain I gave to you.
womby
aka Oceana Setaysha
p.s. Do you think you could get in contact with the God of My Childhood Memories. I've forgotten what it sounds like to fall from the sky.
