Ok, so I’m on day 6 of the Camp NaNoWriMo. I’m running a little behind. I’ve been busy working. I caught up on my word count over the weekend and now I’m two days behind again. So, I’ll need to catch up in order to finish my novel in a month. 🙂
Is anyone else participating in the Camp NaNoWriMo? Are you on target? What’s your novel about? I would love to share my novel when it’s finished with other participants, so if you are participating, let me know. 🙂
Happy Writing everyone!
Today’s Google Doodle got me thinking about drive in movies. Today is the 79th anniversary of the invention of the drive-in-movie theater. I found some interesting information about the smallest, largest, and most interesting drive-in-movie theaters on Inventors.com (Drive In Info). I have alwyas loved drive-in movies. When I was a kid, I can remember going to see Pet Cemetary with my family. My brothers and me were in the back seat with the speaker box attached to our window, huddled down behind the seat on the scary parts. We laughed and had great fun.
The drive-in theaters were always more affordable for us. We were a family of five and our local drive-in charged by the car, not the person, so we could all go to the movie for one price and sit in our own car, be comfortable and not have some weird0 sitting next to us (well, at least not a weirdo that we didn’t know that is.).
When I got older and became a parent myself, drive-ins were harder to find. However, when my boys were small, my husband and I lived in Corsicana, Texas, which had a drive-in theater just a few miles away. We took our kids there several times. There was often a kids movie first and then a movie for the older folks after. I guess the assumption was that by the time the adult movie (not THAT kind of adult movie – perverts) was on, the kids would be asleep. My oldest son is high-functioning autistic, so a regular movie theater is not possible for him. He needs to be comfortable, be able to get up if he needs to, turn the volume down if he needs to, etc. So for us, a drive-in was the perfect answer.
In my neck of the woods, there are two drive-ins. One is in Dallas, Oregon (Dallas Motor Vu) and the other is in Newberg, Oregon (99W Drive In). Both of these are a little drive for us, Dallas being closer. We haven’t been to either one yet, but plan to go as soon as they show kids movies. I wish there were move drive-in theaters in this area. They really are a great solution for families so other movie goers are not disturbed by babies, or kids with special needs can enjoy the movie experience too.
What’s your favorite drive-in memory?
It wasn’t something I needed, something I thought was cool or interesting. It was a necessity. I had to have it. It was like a compulsion. Yes, that was it. I was compelled to have it. The smooth green glass of the bowl looked creamy and welcoming. I had no idea what I would do with it, but I knew I had to have it.
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“A treaty?” I said, incredulous.
“Yeah, a treaty.”
He blinked at me like I was stupid. He was the one being stupid. A treaty? A fucking treaty? Was he serious with this? I just looked at him, at a loss for words.
“I’ll sign your TREATY with a shit pen and wipe my ass on the paper.”
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As I was emptying the paper recycling barrel into the larger barrel, something shiny caught my eye. I stopped pouring the crumpled papers into the larger container and bent down to look a little closer. My hand stopped inches from the shiny object as a I realized what it was. A bullet casing. What the hell was a bullet casing doing in the lobby recycle bin?
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It wasn’t something I needed, something I thought was cool or interesting. It was a necessity. I had to have it. It was like a compulsion. Yes, that was it. I was compelled to have it. The smooth green glass of the bowl looked creamy and welcoming. I had no idea what I would do with it, but I knew I had to have it.
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I should have known it would be just a big hassle. It always was with Sara. She never did what we expected her to, what she should do. She was always drama.
I walked into the lobby of her apartment building and saw her standing by the elevators with her suitcase. Figures. She couldn’t even come outside like a normal person, had to be all dramatic, waiting in the lobby with her suitcase, crying.
I sighed and walked to help her with her suitcase.
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As a reporter, it was my job to make sure the truth was told and I wasn’t going to let anything come between me and the truth. I crouched behind the dumpster as I heard the door open. Quickly grabbing my voice recorder from the pocket of my jacket, I pushed the button to start recording and held my breath. I had no idea who had just come out the door, but I was going to record everything they said, regardless.
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Her body was slight but her spirit was mighty. She struggled to speak, the oxygen mask hindering her ability to talk and force sound to come out of her mouth.
Eileen Maki 