“Sometimes I feel so empty, you know?”
An rhetorical, existentialist question the doctor had heard uttered, asked, probed and pondered upon many times before. To say yes, or to agree in any way with the patients would have shattered their fragile illusions that they were the only ones that ever felt this way. That they were all alone in their suffering is what brought them to the doctor, what he liked about them, what kept them returning to him week in week out, and he was in no particular mind to change it all too quickly for them.

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They sat in one of the plush booths. The booths were comfortable enough to sit in for the length of time it might take one to slowly sip at a coffee and eat a slice of cake guaranteed to place one into cardiac arrest twenty years before the steadily dropping average age, but any longer than that would cause pain. An hours stay in one of the ergonomically designed things would most likely cause serious damage to the lumbar region.

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The overhead fan continued to make its soft, repetitive, whump-whump-whump sound, as if hundreds of 1920s housewives had decided they were all going to beat out their rugs in the next office. Timed with every whump was a nearly indiscernable push of cold air against his skin, tousling stray hairs, rustling the top corners of the pages of the magazine he was reading at the time. The absolutely tripe and trivial magazine, full of trashy content for trashy people. Even the very paper stock it was printed on was trashy. One could feel it under their fingers. The slightly damp sticky feeling of cheap varnish on thin paper that barely did an adequate job at keeping the ink on the page.

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So I’ve decided to do NaNoWriMo.

For those that have no idea WTF I’m talking about, it’s basically a writing challenge. Write a novel a in a month, with a novel being defined as a 50,000 word (minimum) story. I’ve decided to use it as a chance to connect a series of dreams that has actually been haunting me for the last seven years now.

It’s also tied into a charity, whereby you can sponsor my efforts, with the money going towards writing programs for the young and troubled (like myself when these dreams originaly started).

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