Category Archives: Self-Experiments

Self-Experiment #5

Posted on December 7, 2007 by randomyriad

I guess technically I started this morning with How to be a Fool. The experiment is to write a poem every day until New Years. Kind of a NaPoWriMo thing. I think they will probably be short and edited as … Continue reading →

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The tale of the tail of the tale/or Alls well that Ends

Posted on December 1, 2007 by randomyriad

I guess if you’ve read my blog in the last few weeks, you know that I have been doing little else than writing a half-assed novel in the rough for National Novel Writing Month and for a self-experiment(if my memory … Continue reading →

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11/30 11:45 pm/ Self Experiment Completed and Just the Beginning

Posted on December 1, 2007 by randomyriad

Now comes the editing. Oh my god! What have I done!

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Its All in the Cards: NaNoWriMo Excerpt

Posted on November 30, 2007 by randomyriad

They all walked back to the house in a group. Small things were tossed of shelves. Stereo was on the floor, but the house seemed perfectly sound and there were no broken widows or shifted door frames. So Emmylou put … Continue reading →

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NaNoWriMo Excerpt:Driving into the Storm

Posted on November 29, 2007 by randomyriad

Maddie bounced and swayed and rattled with the rhythm of creaking bus. The dark clouds gathered in the sky among the white puff sheep of the morning and a wind began to bring the smell of electricity and damp bluster. … Continue reading →

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