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To the tune of "Let It Go" To commemorate NaNoWriMo 2016 The page gleams white on the bright screen tonight There’s no sentence to be seen Some boggling hours of research Think I’ll go and make some tea This book is taunting me I just can’t get it right Where’s that phrase I need? Now it’s out of mind Do the laundry             Cook those meals Walk the doggies And what about those bills? Clean those bathrooms Scrub those sinks Well now I write! Write it down Write it down When will this ever end? Write it down Write it down Close Youtube and Words with Friends I don’t care what my wordcount is

She laid there, quietly, alone in the dark. How many times had she secretly wished on a star she couldn't see through her curtained window. She couldn't take it any more. But for some reason, it felt like tonight everything was going to change (silly as that might seem.) All of a sudden, she heard a thud coming from the closet, and some muffled cursing.

Volterra, sometime in the 1950's Aro paused a moment (he had been busy gazing out the window planning his posse's next move. A group of Scottish vampires had spent the last few months giving lip: not to be tolerated at all!) because he thought he had heard music drifting up from the lowest of the underground levels of the Volturi fortress. The only person (though some might debate the appropriateness of calling a vampire a "person", but that's beside the point...) to have rooms down there was his brother in law. Aro let out a sigh of regret. Marcus had simply never really recovered from the loss of his dear wife Didyme. How they all missed

November 17, 1981 Dear Aro of the Volturi, You may be surprised to learn of a recent change of my circumstances. Of course, you were one of the few people I thought I could turn to for advice. You see I have become the guardian of a youngling: a small, male 1 year old of the name Harry Potter. You may remember me mentioning the prophecy and the necessity of me "taking care of him" so to speak, but I had a change of heart. He looked so sad there... all alone in the world. Don't you dare start laughing at me now; I can just imagine it, and can still hex you into the next millennium. What are you supposed to do with one of these? I've got got

She looked at the map on the wall, trying not to let out a sigh. So many places she wanted to see. But would she ever? (Don't even get her started on those other dreams that she thought would probably never come to pass.) She picked up her laptop to drown out those thoughts. The video made her smile with its ridiculousness, bobbing her head along with the beat (It was the kind of song you would be embarrassed to be caught listening to).  But she changed it, not being able to settle on a video. Why did everything seem so pointless? (Sort of Solomony from Ecclesiastes... What did he do to get out of his funk?) Why was she feeling restless? The

Ahhh!   Spring had come back to Volterra; the beautifulist ("Most beautiful, dear." "Thank you, Sulpicia.") time of year. Flowers were blooming, Buds and new green were on the trees. It hadn't been super muddy, even though there had been some rain. No grizzly, drismal seasonally transitioning days here. It had also been fairly quiet lately in the Vampiric World; no unruly vampires needing to be dealt with; sometimes Aro was a bit pressed to find something to do, with so much extra time on his hands. He had raided most of the nearby book store, flown his kite, and started learning Japanese and Hebrew. Maybe he and Sulpicia would go boating t