Camp NanoWriMo Winner!

July I began in earnest working on When a Pachyderm Comes to Visit.  I worked on three short stories as well.  I was able to complete all three short stories which gave me a word count of almost seven thousand words. I have the second book almost completed in first draft form at almost eight thousand words. The other fifteen thousand words were on a Christmas story that has not got a confirmed name as well as rewriting on Blip.

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With these thirty thousand words came the banner and a certificate as well as a few special offers from sponsors. With it came a great deal of satisfaction that I had stayed on course even with the other tasks at hand.  I am excited to be once again finishing a month of on task writing and to say another Camp Nano is in the books.

If you have never tried NanoWriMo or Camp Nanowrimo, I invite you to set out a little of each day in November to try your hand. It is a fun opportunity to flex your staying power muscles and show your writer’s block and insecurity a thing or two.  November will have a fifty thousand goal and will be a little tougher to achieve, but it is ever so worth the effort.  Write a novel in thirty days! You can do it!

How do I know that?

Because I did!

If I can pen The Path of the Child and Who’s That in the Cat Pajamas? in thirty days, you can write one too.

 

I Am One Excited Camp NaNoWriMo 2017 Winner!

As you have just seen I verified the official word count on the novel called Blip.

Blip has become such a fun chance to grow creatures, spacemen, heroines, heroes, bad guys, bossy people, and more. Not only all that; I also get to be called a NaNoWriMo Winner.

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I can assure you this year has been almost impossible. I am so proud of myself for completing this commitment. There was a death in the family that took me away from the computer for 7 days. I wrote on my phone then transferred it to Scrivener when I got home. I also am working on getting Sojourner McConnell’s first children’s book, Who’s That in the Cat Pajamas? ready for publication. That didn’t even go into the final word count.

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So this morning as I finished chapter sixteen, I added in the word count and voila! I was over by almost a thousand.

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If you have stayed with me this far, I think I will give a small taste of Blip in its rawest form. I relish your feedback. Please let me know what you think of my guy.

The young black-haired, creamy-skinned man sat at the metal table in the windowless room. With odd green eyes which sloped into an exotic shape. His wide lips were moving in and out between his hidden teeth. An odd tick the soldier thought. The young man looked over at the soldier near the door as if he could tell what the soldier was thinking. He shrugged slightly, raised one recently crafted eyebrow, then he spoke for the first time.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of being caged in this room? Are you armed? Do you plan on shooting me? Are you afraid?”

The soldier at the door looked away from this penetrating eyes. The soldier, LT. Brad Davies, looked at the young man and shook his head.

“The General and his assistant will be here momentarily.”

“My name is Hiram. Well, I go by Hiram here. My real name is unpronounceable by mere humans. It involves clicks, gurgles and a sound that only a body with two larynx’s can form.“ Slowly blinking his green eyes, he continued.

“Seeing as you were born on this blue ball you call Earth; I will assume you have only one larynx. So you may call me Hiram.”

“But I digress; I came here in 1949 and have lived here for the over 66 years. I have moved about in the last six decades and never remained too long in one place, since I do not age like your frail bodies. I am one hundred years old, yet since I have a lifespan of five hundred, I am what you would consider twenty.” His eyes never wandered from the soldier’s face yet, Brad felt a vibration in the room as if machinery was being used. He knew there was no equipment being used in this room. Brad felt more than a little uncomfortable.

“I have lived in many countries, but I tend to move about the United States more often than others. The freedom of the interstate makes it easy to set up a new identity as needed. My neurovisage has allowed me to remain undetected. I was fortunate to excel in the skill which allowed me to be sent for this mission.” Casually stroking the table top with his fingers, he continued in his strangely quiet voice.

“I am still curious as to how you caught up with me. I am from Insorna a non-ringed planet with five lunar satellites, located in the galaxy you call Andromeda. My intelligence is of course superior. This one fact makes my capture even more astounding.” Hiram bit his lip with the flat edge of his bottom teeth.

“Before I proceed, will you tell me how you came to know about me?”

Now that Brad knew this man was not as he appeared, he was more conscious of Hiram’s unusual facial features. Brad was not ordered to engage in conversation, only to guard the door to prevent escape.

Hiram blinked his green eyes slowly in a nonchalant way, letting Brad know that he was not concerned. He had escaped being noticed all these years, and he would soon be back off the grid. He had supreme homogenization skills.

Brad tried not to look at the mirror, he tried to remain calm. He had no idea what he was supposed to do now. So he spoke again.

“They will answer your questions, perhaps.”

Hiram knew that he would soon be free. His contacts in the monitoring station, on the far side of the moon, would not allow him to become a prisoner. They were aware of his situation. He would be protected. Of that, he was confident.

“I eagerly await the General and his assistant. I am able to detect that they are watching me from the other side of that window. Feel free to join me, General. I am ready to speak face to face.”