Blurred Line

Well, only a few days in and I'm already extremely far behind the pace. Which, for me, is alright. I'm not the fastest writer and, on the plus side I've nearly finished one story already. A short one, but still. It's still one more short story than I've been able to write all year, so if I only finish this one story and top out and 1200 words or so, NaNoWriMo's a win for me. Anything that gets me writing, right?

Also, strugglingwriter's been bravely posting excerpts from his work (made all the more impressive by the fact that he's actually keep up the pace required thus far). So, in the spirit I thought I'd post a bit myself. Here's scene one from "Ten Scenes From the Capital, Circa 20__". Enjoy! (Keep in mind, this story will be more familiar to those who have actually been to Ottawa...actually, just for kicks I'll throw in a picture of what it is I'm writing about.)

1.

Still the seafoam green roof, rendering the building an old spinster in a bridesmaid's dress. Surrounded by old colonial relics, immaculately dressed old men with immaculate white moustaches, and the newer ones, all chrome and mirrors, stylish young executives with sleek cars and sleek haircuts. But this bridesmaid, she remains the center of it all.

She's a friendly looking old girl, with that green. Or, at the very least, she's not intimidating. The city orbits around her still, and she wipes the sense of foreboding from those old-world structures, takes the sneering tone away from those flashy high-rises.

The clock on the Peace Tower no longer moves, its last recorded time at some moment just after three-thirty. Whether in the AM or PM, it's impossible to tell. Parts of the building (the Centre Block, especially) are blackened, having been the target of Molotov cocktails in the final days. It didn't catch, though (as if anything would stick to the place). It's a good thing, too; she didn't deserve it. Then again, it makes sense for people to want her to be a victim, just like them.


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