I did it! I conquered my emotions and finished the memoir I wish I never had to write. I won, but unlike the time I finish Fumes Variola back in 2013, when I first won NaNoWriMo, it feels bittersweet.
Here’s the teaser from the rough draft:
I took the plate. One of bread slices had meat topping and the other one had two slices of yellow cheese. On the same plate was a box of 250 ml concentrated orange juice. I hate concentrated orange juice and sorry for repeating this but I hate feeling like a criminal.
The cell was completely close with no means of looking out. The small window was very high I had to nearly stand on my tiptoe to receive the food.
I didn’t touch the food. I placed it on top of the bed and lie down again facing away from the wall. I was exhausted and nauseated. The full awareness of the camera at the top of the door isn’t making my tremulous feeling better. For goodness sake, I don’t need stress, especially not with my delicate pregnancy. But I won’t let them see my sleeping face even if my shoulder were hurting for sleeping on the same side with no pillow. I won’t give whoever it was in the back of the camera the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable and close to tears. I never cried in front of strangers and I won’t do it now that I’m being accused of false charges.
With my hand on my stomach, I slept a dreamless sleep and disturbed by the sound of the metal door being unlocked. I immediately sat up, my heart banging against my chest. I thought that it was time for me to go but I was wrong.
I was brought by the police inside another room filled with more police roaming around. They were mixed between those wearing uniforms and civilian clothes. Computers were lined up on the table in a inverted L-shaped corridor. The police who brought me there asked me to sit on the chair at the corner of the room inside the short part of the inverted L. I took a seat and rubbed my palms together to dry the sweat. Calm down, I told myself and observe—grudgingly— my feet dangling on the chair, exposing the dirt my socks had collected on the floor where all the police walk around in their boots. It’s a humiliating feeling.
Guess I won't be bragging about writing accomplishment for this year's challenge. I feel sad over it, but I have regrets because it's also one of the happiest days of my life (more about it later.)
Although I've decided to push through with NaNoWriMo on November 1, there's a time when one must raise their hand in surrender, doesn't matter how stubborn they want to be.
And I was very close on giving up NaNoWriMo this November, but I'm glad I persisted even if I only manage to write a few hundred words now and then. Yes, I didn't win again this year, but I somehow it felt like I did.
Remember the special person I mentioned on November 1? Well, he arrived earlier than expected and not the way we expected. I'm talking about my first child, born just three days after NaNoWriMo started.
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