How OneWord.com and Art Every Day (#aedm2010) Plug into #NaNoWriMo

I just worked the OneWord.com prompt. Today's word? Feud.

I wrote for a minute and the site didn't like that I didn't log in, so I logged in and then it started the clock again so I wrote randomly for two minutes.

Here is what came out:

Fam­ily feud. Peo­ple, bick­er­ing. No solu­tions. Pain. Absence. Missed pos­si­bil­i­ties. Both sided, no faults just being.

Attrac­tion. Denial of attrac­tion. Energy man­gled and pushed. Uncom­fort­able. Miss­ing. Empty. Hope? Lost. Vibrancy? Escaped. Lost, lost, lost. Fight­ing bat­tles unwinnable.

Mrs. Mor­ris­sey, yelling at next door neigh­bors. The first time I saw an adult scream­ing at some­one, I think. We didn’t yell or feud or emote much in my house. Did we care? Did we cover our car­ing in lunches with too much food or stuff­ing what we wanted to say or tears that stayed in our throats and well off our faces, thank you very much?

Cheery whistling rather than feud­ing, per­haps? I get lost in this word, with its sur­flike feu­dal over­lord sounds.

These words will work their way into my NaNoNovel.

I have been reading my fellow artist's blogs and I wasn't sure what to do with Art Every Day Month today except I thought maybe some random doodling .. and then I found some old book pages from an old book I had bought at a used book sale I had set aside and I decided to paint them (with very watered down acrylic paint so I may still see the words) and right now they are drying.

I also plan to use the first lines from this random old book I bought in used book sale for my NaNoWriting. Each first sentence, an inspired beginning when the inevitable sticking starts.

Here are the (may I remind you, these are random pages with random words of an ordinary, every day novel about the California Missions?) words I will use as writing starters:

Stale wine, sweat soaked doublets, onions and smoke thickened the sultry atmosphere of the house.

"For your own sake, come with me. The real work begins after surrender."

He signed resignedly. But in the back of his mind he was tucking away a dream for the future.

Isabella, may her soul be in glory, decreed it is her duty to help.

It cracked me up when I started painting the pages because I thought, "Wow, these will be great for self discovery!" and it was as if my novel protagonist shouted at me, "Must everything be about you?!"

Loving it...