The Beginnings of NaNo 2o12

So...this is basically my keep-along thing. Seeing as how I'm handwriting/typewriting/typing my ENTIRE novel, this is the place for anyone interested to see how I'm doing. I'll post my word count, how the plot is, what I'm eating, anythin n everything here ^-^

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Exerpt :)


If someone were to ask me how my life has changed in the past year, I believe my answer would shock them. Luckily for me, no one asks that.

Although if they did, my answer would be very short.

"Does dying count?"

One year ago, today, I died. My memories come back to me in short bursts through others. I'll pass someone on the street and suddenly know their almost life story. Whether I knew this stuff while I was alive, I'll never know, but I have realized it only happens with people I used to know.

I live through these memories. While I am viewing them, the person is able to see me. Sadly, I am unable to communicate with them. They only see me to keep them in shock, so I can view what I have forgotten.

My goal is to view all the memories of the people I have forgotten about. With these memories, I can hopefully figure out how I died.

Sadly, the only memories I can view are the memories that I was present at. This makes it a little difficult if I was murdered. because the murderer would try to hide the memories.

Even if they didn't, I'm not sure I'd want to see it from their eyes. But I can't just stop viewing memories. I can't even control when I see them.

I can't control them, because this is my punishment.

For whatever reason, since I can't remember how I died, God won't send me anywhere until I know. Apparently, it's a "character-building exercise".

My living life wasn't a very nice one. if seeing the memories of others will help me, and help me open my mind to the "truth", then I will be heaven bound. Itherwise, well, you get the idea.

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