The Prisoner of NaNoWriMo by Craig Robertson

Author:Craig Robertson
Language: eng
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The Fourth and Final Week of November, 2009

Given that Piers, as an adult, had never cried - well, at least not wept - he assumed his current mood was a low as it would likely get in his life. He sat in his office at home, two hours before dawn on Sunday the 22nd, the day commonly accepted to be the start of the calendar week in the United States, making this the beginning of the last week of NaNoWriMo. He felt exactly as he imagined the condemned man felt entering the square where the gallows had been erected in his honor. He intuited, though, that he felt worse than your average about-to-have-your-neck-snapped-like-a-dry-twig kind of guy did, on several levels. For one thing, that person was going to die, thus placing an exact limit on the period of indignation he need longer endure. Piers's shame and humiliation after failing to complete his challenge would follow him for presumably an eternity to come. For a second thing, hopefully the dead man walking had at least enjoyed the crime he'd committed to warrant the ultimate penalty. Piers had enjoyed nothing these last few weeks, and looked to be enjoying a good deal less in the coming nine days. Finally, the arch-criminal deserved his fate, being after all, an arch-criminal. Piers did not deserve such an ignoble demise. He, the opposite, having done no wrong, only wanted to create a work of beauty that others could enjoy. He was the very definition of a good guy, with the white hat, white horse, and all other potential trappings.

In the darkness which enshrouded him, he stood, strode confidently to the doorway, flipped on the light switch, and smiled defiantly. The look on his face, possibly a parody of Errol Flynn, was odd, as there was no one to see him appear so indomitable, so protagonistic. Also, the performance was marred by his tripping on the corner of his desk and nearly falling, since, as the reader will recall, he began his journey in a dark room. Weighed on balance, the two visuals, one good and one bad, cancelled each other out, but it hardly mattered to document them accurately, since again, no one was watching. Tenacious and clever readers have all but certainly divined the reason for this impromptu display. Yes! Piers was, however anonymously, announcing to the world that he was not going to quit. There was no P-I-E-R-S in Q-U-I-T. Well, there was an 'I' in both, but the five letters of his name combined were not contained in the four letters taken as a group of 'quit,' and that was what was actually symbolic. They would have to pry 'the pen' out of his cold, dead fingers to make him stop trying to finish NaNoWriMo. He was not speaking, only thinking these words. No one had heard him in the first place, but he did reflect that it would actually be the cold dead fingers thing, not the pulling of the pen,

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