to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.
these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.
if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.
story 9. windshield wipers slappin' time (by jenny yang. saturday, november 9th, 2013)
“windshield wipers slappin’ time, i’s holding bobby’s hand in mine…”
janis joplin was a lady i saw on vh-1. apparently she was a big deal back in the hippie days of America. the first time i heard bobby mcgee was when my friend kate sang it at the karaoke bar just outside of UCLA. my immigrant ways never exposed my ears to music before the 1980s - especially the stuff of white hippies of the 60s and 70s but dang. this janis was soulful.
this lyric was the soundtrack to my first portland bus ride. we were under a gray blanket of rainclouds and everyone on the bus looked cranky even if they were used to this kind of shitty weather.
the wiper blades of the bus almost lulled me into a nap if it wasn’t for the bickering a couple rows down from me.
“motherfucker, you only paid for one seat. you need to put your dog down!”...