Nanowrimo began today. My output as of this morning is kinda light. If I don't write more than 200 words a day, I'm not going to make 50,000 words by the end of the month.
But here is the first line, for those of you who are following along:
The doll-sized brass statue of Ganesha that she’d bought in Bangkok all those years ago wasn’t really the classic Indian elephant-headed god at all, but the head of Ganesha grafted onto the body of a dancing Vishnu.
Do you have any idea where this is going? Neither do I. We'll see...
'Ahoy up there. O, hoy a hoy ahoy I say! You! I profess I do not recall the invitation of your present self into my tree.' Such was the greeting I received, as I climbed into the old tree by the river. And so surprised, I almost fell. And in my surprised state, the greeting continued. Took the open mouth of my surprise and turned it into a racing car.
Love you or hate you? I can't decide...will have to see where your next 49,930 words go. ( A lovely start, and I can't wait to read the rest, really)
Well if NaNoWriMo doesn't work out I think both of you could enter the Bulwer-Lytton contest.
I eagerly await the next sentence...