This blog, I would like to conclude the NaNoWriMo Writing challenge.
I admit, the last week of the November month, I completely fell off the wagon (I wrote 24,241 words) and I couldn’t run hard enough to catch back up and jump back on. The day before Thanksgiving, my mother got a call her father wasn’t doing well. So, we went right away to see my grandpa. He passed the following the week; an angel got his wings on Wednesday, Dec. 4.
He taught me that love is a promise and affection is a souvenir, once given, it can’t be forgotten because he wouldn’t let it disappear. That in the end, the love you take should always equal the love you make. My grandparents’ relationship growing up taught me that true love exists if you want to find it. So in remembrance of him, I wrote him into the novel I am writing. I actually finished the novel Dec.1. You can never die if your a character in a story right?
So, now I am on my dreadful way to both edits and his funeral. But if writing about grim reapers and researching the different cultures of the world and how they view death has taught me anything, it’s that it is never the end, you just continue on somewhere else.
-Nicole
