#NaNoWriMo Day Nineteen of a new challenge I have called #AFirstDraft to write a haibun/haiku or other poetic form novel or prose novel over the month. Please join Gayle J. Greenlea, Anjum Wasim Dar and myself in writing first draft of a novel over the next Thirty Days. I will feature your first, or how many more drafts of your novel day by day until the end of November.

DSCF0644 Trigger Warning PEOPLE OF A SENSITIVE NATURE ARE ADVISED THAT THE FOLLOWING EXTRACTS EXPLORE FAMILY DYSFUNCTION AND ABUSE ISSUES Zero Gravity Excerpt for 19 November, 2021 <chapter> Two continued Ryan closed his eyes against the banging in his head, but despite welcome distractions of music and alcohol, he found he could not censor his thoughts. Siobhan in black leather, blue cat eyes widening in pleasure, lips supple and yielding under his own. His body remembered the feel of her skin, breath, touch. Blood raced to his lower mid-section and he touched himself, groaning softly at the exquisite sensations memory reproduced. Ryan fumbled with his zip as he replayed events of last night in his head. Two sisters, in the quivering light cast by candle flame. Arms and bodies, reaching and holding. It was such a turn-on — Hilary watching as he straddled her sister. “I’m going to come, he rasped to no one but himself. Then, several things happened at once: Banjo streaked from under the bed, claws at the ready, to pounce on the vulnerable flesh in Ryan’s hand as keys jangled in the lock and the door swung open. Owen stood in the doorway, slack-jawed with shock, greeted by screeching, howling, and fur flying; the sounding pain of man and beast indistinguishable one from the other as bodies large and small flailed in a tangled mass of flesh and fur. Banjo extricated himself from the fray and shot like an arrow to the top of the bookcase where he sat yowling from adrenalin. Ryan rolled for cover, red-faced and checking urgently for damage before hurriedly doing up his trousers, all the while casting invectives in the direction of the bookcase. -Gayle J. Greenlea. YOU’RE THE DEAD TO ME <!– wp:paragraph –> Third week – Flourishing – Day One -Paul Brookes Bios And Links-Gayle J. Greenlea is an American-Australian poet and counselor for survivors of sexual and gender-related violence. Her poem, Wonderland”, received the Australian Poetry Prod Award in 2011. She shortlisted and longlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize in 2013, and debuted her first novel, Zero Gravity, at the KGB Literary Bar in Manhattan in 2016. Her work has been published in St. Julian Press, Rebelle Society, A Time to Speak, Headline Poetry and Press, The Wombwell Rainbow, Fevers of the Mind, Kalonopia and The Australian Health Review.

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