WRITING AND PODCASTING A NOVEL 16 NOV 2020
Todays Topic
Welcome friend to Create Art Podcast where we create more than we consume. I am Timothy Kimo Brien your thankful head instigator with over 20 years in arts and education helping you tame your inner critic and provide you with commentary, interviews, discussions, and projects that will inspire you to create art. This month I will be podcasting daily and writing a novel in 30 days. I am participating in NaPodPoMo and NaNoWriMo. You will be able to listen to what I wrote for the day and read it at the same time. I like to practice what I preach when it comes to art so I am challenging myself to write and having you come along for the ride. I hope this inspires you to accomplish your goals with your art and if you would like to share what you are doing email me at timothy@createartpodcast.com
The Story So Far
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Carl and Myra had been watching TV for an hour and had finished their sandwiches when they both began to become sleepy. Carl looked over at Myra who was struggling to keep her eyes open.
“Do you want to take a break and sleep in your room right now and later on we can go to the park and play around there,” asked Carl?
“No, I’d like to go to the park right now and see what is there if you don’t mind,” replied Myra. She was catching her second wind.
“Lets clean up here and head on over to the park then. If you get tired just let me know and we can head back here. The park is in the complex here so it is not that long of a walk,” said Carl.
They both picked up the wrapping that surrounded their sandwiches and took their glasses to the sink. Carl wrote a quick note and as they left he put it up on the door, ‘gone to the park be back soon’. They walked down the carpeted stairs and out the entrance door. Once outside Myra grabbed Carl’s hand and held it tightly.
“I’m not going anywhere, and Nate is working on finding a way for you to stay here right now. You are not alone okay, lets go have some fun,” said Carl reassuringly.
“I know, I just wanted to hold your hand. Thank you,” said Myra softly. Carl chocked back a few gallons of tears when she said that and led them to the park. Once they got there, a few smaller kids and their parents were playing in the park. Myra headed straight for the swings and sat down o the first available one. Carl began to push her as she swung higher and higher into the air. E could hear her giggling and wondered how long it had been since she had been to a park. He deduced it had been probably at least a month. He got higher he stopped pushing to avoid getting kicked in the face. It felt good for Carl to ear her laughter and to see her at ease after the ordeal she had been through today. They stayed in the park for a few hours and when the sun started to head down the other children and their parents began to head to their apartments. Carl was out of breath after they had played a game of tag. He sat down on one of the benches catch his breath.
“Are you feeling okay,” asked Myra?
“I just haven’t been out here and played around this much in a long time, I’ll be fine,” Carl replied. He could feel the familiar woozy feeling coming on but didn’t want to worry Myra. “Tell you what let’s head back to the apartment and we can get dinner ready and I can show you how to operate a turntable, how does that sound,” asked Carl?
“Alright, but you don’t look to good. Is there...
