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For the next 48 hours, Picasso turned into a submarine. A black stealth metal whale diving to depths only giant squid and phosphorescent fish occupied. He was slow and deliberate, moving through dark waters displacing particle for particle, as if water had become metal, and then metal to water, and back again to hard steel. He lost all of his skin and was an empty skeleton, no blood, no veins, no pulse. He became the ocean itself, a frozen body of water, the moon and surface merging. The center of him was empty, and his limbs were everywhere.

That is when he knew he was home. That was the second kiss.

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“Kissing is weird.”

Picasso absentmindedly plucked his thumbnail against his front tooth.

“I mean, just think about mouths. These gaping wet holes with banana slug inchings, strange muscles, flipping and flopping about –not to mention dental fences along the property line, and lip hedging that seal off an entrance. Extraño…muy extraño“

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Ok. I am SO sorry. There is no way I am going to get this year’s NaNo done. I’ve come down with that circulating cold, and shamelessly using it as an excuse to fail on this whole project. I’m quite disappointed in myself.

But I’m doing my best to put _something_ down so as not to completely embarrass myself… although, I’m beginning to worry that that is precisely what I’m doing by putting words down on paper.

At this point I’m just freewriting this whole story as it comes. No spellcheck, no plot, not even stopping to look behind me. Take it for what it’s worth:

PICASSO, THE STORY, installment #2: read more »

No, I’m not speaking in tongues, I just was thinking that, maybe NaNoWriMo was a little ambitious? I probably should have signed on for this one instead: http://www.nablopomo.com/

Does this post count as one? Okay, fine: back to Picasso.

NaNoWriMo off to a… er… um… start. Not sure what kind of start. Forgive me, Oh God of the Written Word! (Forgive me NKS readers) Now I remember why I don’t write fiction… Chapter 1:

This is a story about a man who is beautiful. He will be named Picasso. Picasso is stoic and strong, small in stature but a spirit with as much rigidity and ice as a frozen bag of coffee. The smell of him is just as amazing. Soft. His wrist alone could slay princesses in Morocco. When he shifts — throws it into 5th as he goes speeding along the damp freeway overpass, just newly dewed upon — he is fluid and powerful as water. He drives lightly and with arrow-straight speed, no wasting vectors, and his lips are always pursed as he looks 12 cars ahead – as skillfully as a chess player thinks 12 moves ahead – and even though you could say he was Driving Itself, it is cold-as-snow-apparent in his caramel face that he is condemned to self awareness.

I think I am in love with this Picasso.

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Shoot!

NaNoWriMo 2009 has begun and I’m already 5 days behind!

The past days a blur and hardly taking note that the 11th month of the year has already started, I woke up in the middle of the night audibly crying, “Oh, crap! It’s November! NANOWRIMO noooooooooooo!”

Now, without the faintest idea of a novel concept, already 8,000 words behind, and with the knowledge that I’m on vacation for two weeks this month, the smart thing to do would be to surrender and forgo a NaNo novel this year… but we all know I’m not all that bright.

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My writing group chose “What I Stand For” as a freewrite topic. (Sharing:)

What I stand for is Yes. I am yes. I yes to everything – pain, perseverance, confusion, love, so much love, desire, caring, sacrifice, indulgence, life and all things searching. I want to yes the world. read more »

Looking for a temporary sublet/room to rent/month-to-month studio in SF starting Jan. 1 for a minimum of 2-3 months. Any leads?

And then, I promise, more posts.

(Promise.)