The exercise:
Write about: the breakthrough.
Bakery is still pretty quiet. I guess it'll be this way until things pick up around Christmas. We'll see how much of that I get to see, but the current plan is to stick around while I continue searching for a full time job.
Took Max to the park this afternoon, where we arrived moments before one of the boys from his soccer class (along with his mom and baby sister - who is only 3 days younger than Miles). We've been in various classes with Clark the last few years, so they know each other a little bit. This was the first time they'd run into each other at the park though.
And they had a friggin' blast.
I've never seen Max play with another kid like that (other than Natalie of course). He usually would rather play with me (or Kat if she's the one with him) than other kids. But him and Clark were climbing all over the place, going down the slides, checking out the firetruck, running everywhere... and Max barely said a word to me the whole time.
I honestly didn't know what to do with myself.
I chatted with Clark's mom for a bit. I tried to stay warm in the chilly wind. I gave Max more time than we really had before we had to get home for dinner prep.
It was pretty great.
Mine:
The investigation went on for months. No detail was left unexamined, in any of the three dozen crime scenes. The work was extensive and thorough - there was too much at stake for anything less, and the man in charge of the case was keenly aware of that.
His team was on their fourth day on the most recent scene when Marquez, a newly assigned Detective, noticed something odd. It was extremely minor - in fact he almost didn't bother to bring it to the attention of his boss.
But better safe than sorry, as they say.
The man, who everyone simply referred to as The Head Honcho, did not at first appreciate what he was being shown. He was about to send Marquez back to the scene when he took another look at the photograph of the shard of glass.
"Wait..." he said, cocking his head to the side. "This looks like it came from... but it couldn't be."
"What is it, sir?" Marquez asked.
"Quick! Someone bring me one of the water pitchers from the lunch room!"
And, finally, a breakthrough had occurred in the Breakthrough Case.
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Thursday September 30th, 2010
The exercise:
On this final day of September (Wait, what? Seriously, already?), let us write about: the breakthrough.
Late last night, I think I finally figured out what I'm going to write about for this year's NaNoWriMo. This is a very good thing, as not having a story idea was beginning to occupy far too much of my brain. Now I just have to plot it out a bit and I'll be all set!
And here are some pictures of the Ambrosia apples I've been picking this week:
Mine:
It will all be worth it
In the end.
All the broken beakers
And lost friends.
All of those sleepless nights
In the lab,
The junk food that ended
Up as flab.
Once my invention works
I'll be rich,
And my ugly girlfriend
I will ditch.
But I'll get back to work...
What's that smell?
Oh dear, oh dear, this will
Not end well.
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