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.”

New Author Page Needs Some Blog Love!

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Sojourner McConnell has increased her writing over the last months and will be releasing at least 1 new book by May 2017. With that in mind, an author page just for her work alone has been created. Now, she needs some love. She needs some lovely Google Plus subscribers and Blogger friends to follow her page. She just needs some help. Lonely Sojourner misses all her Friends on WordPress.

I have the best followers and friends in the world and would never impose, but I sure could use some support on the new page.  I will continue to do reviews and there will, of course, be some overlap on our content, but I felt this was a good fit for Sojo.  I hope you feel welcome at both sites and find enough to keep you entertained.  After resting up from the marathon posting on MTW I am finally back in the groove and am anticipating

After resting up from the marathon posting on MTW I am finally back in the groove and am anticipating Camp NaNoWriMo and completing another book. I am so excited about this new story. It is trying to get me to write it before next week and I am taking copious notes from what the characters are sharing. I can tell you this much though when someone close to me read the first few pages, they said that it had a Sean Connery vibe.

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One ping only, please.

You know I love The Hunt for Red October, so I was beyond thrilled with the comparison. I am having to make myself not talk about it on here. It is just too much fun to chat about, and write about.

There is another quite different anthology coming out soon in which I hope to be included. I will know more about that later and will share as soon as I know.

On a totally different note, my cat Mufasa has a man cold. It is pitiful to see him unable to hunt and glare at us as we walk past him.

Thanks for always being so special to me. I have from the first day I started reviewing and sharing been so supported. I hope you feel I am supportive of you as well.  Thanks for your time!

Vicki

 

 

 

Recap for the Month of July

Upon awaking this morning, a bit surprised at how fast July had gone, and how much I  got accomplished.  Deciding to  participate in Camp NanoWriMo, I made a quick goal list. I love Camp Nano more every time I participate. It spurs me into action and allows me to challenge myself.
Decided on some simple projects for the month of July , rewrite and edit The Path of the Child, begin The Path to the Past and hopefully tweak The Shepherds of Donaldson Park.  Hoping that  I could dredge up 50,000 words in 30 days. Happily able to surpass my goal, and  validating on the 22nd.

For my efforts, I received a groovy certificate and this new badge of honor. ~~> CNW_Winner_200

Don’t y’all just love it when a plan comes together?

This is a graph of July’s writing, editing, and rewriting. The grand total for the month ~~>  89,029.

Can anyone else tell when the hyperactivity and hyper focus kicked in?  Looking at this, it would be even more colorful and funky, if it were able to account for all the deleted words and the revision of the revision. But let’s not count every step. 🙂

Speaking of counting every step, have you ever had an efficiency expert come to the workplace in order to document negative patterns and teach the employees  to be more efficient? Back in 1985,  the bank had just such an expert come into the office and she literally counted our steps from the vault to the copy machine. That might have been thirty years ago, but I believe she taught me a love of graphs and charts.  That was even before Excel made it so attractive and color coded.

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The number of book reviews completed ~~> 25. Looking back, it seems as if  the majority of the books read last month earned a high rating. Even reading my first horror and finding it not as scary as I feared. When in the zone writing, I failed to read on a daily basis. Nevertheless, now that there will be fewer irons in the fire, it will get back to normal.

Except, there is  this little deadline staring me in the face concerning Friday, August 5, 2016. This is not the time to lose the hyper focus.

Let me know how your July fared! I am curious. Have fun in August, I know I will, I already have my itinerary and production plan  and  written down  for the month. That’s a completely different chart.midis_crazy1

 

July 1, 2016 Starts Camp NaNoWriMo

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Today is the day to face the question I have been weighing in my mind. Did I want to make myself stop feeling sorry about losing my muse and get back to writing.  I think she would have wanted me to.  My little muse always liked to stand with her front feet on my right arm as I type away at the computer waiting for time to tell me to get to bed.  So this is my first NaNoWriMo with a broken heart, a missing muse and no timekeeper.

But I did it. I got up as soon as I realized it was officially July 1, 2016 and I opened the Camp NaNoWriMo page and wrote a message to my cabin mates about my expectations and plans. Then I progressed to my writing app and started writing. My mind free to write anything it wanted. No pressure to have a certain genre in mind or a set character in place.

I admit I am a pantser. I write for the moment and let it build around me. Sometimes I like where it goes, sometimes it is tripe. When it is tripe, I try to figure what made it such and plow on. That’s the fun part of Camp NaNoWriMo, you focus on your word count. You keep the bad and edit it, or trash it in August.

So here I sit at 3:34 am already  1392 words in, with a goal of 1613 per day to finish my 50,000 words on schedule.  The mantra going through my head, “I can do this, I can do this. I am going to have fun, I can do this!”

Beau is sleeping next to me. He only goes to bed when I do, so he is probably going to be droopy and red eyed this month. I am sure he will be silently wondering why I, “the grown up in the group” have to  be told when to go to bed.  He may have already been wondering that for a couple of weeks now. I am going to see if he steps up to the plate and becomes the timekeeper around here or if we just get to run amok with constant insomnia and not a sleeping pill in sight.

So today, I am off to the races with a little bit of a mean spirited story that allows me to say snarky things through my characters mouth.  It is just four pages long at this point. I will decide later if it is tripe or if it is worth finishing. right now it is just fun.

For now, I just need to focus on those extra 221 words I need before I can call it a day, and only 18 more hours left of the Camp NaNoWriMo word count day in which to do it.

“I can do this, I can do this. I am going to have fun, I can do this!”

 

Camp NaNoWriMo Ends For Me

YAY!

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Today I am the proud owner of this banner and a certificate. I wrote 41,394 words on my book.  I originally set my goal at 30,000.  I surpassed that number so I happily upped it to 40,000 on the 15th of April. I am very excited to have reached my goal. I was going to raise it to 50,000 and keep going, but you can’t update after the 20th.  I validated my word count today.

It is a good feeling to share the news. If you are still going towards your goal in Camp NaNoWriMo, I wish you good luck!

Let me know when you achieve your goal.  I would                love  to celebrate with you!

 

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Cheers everyone!

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Characters Must Have Forgotten to Take a Sleeping Pill

Spent the weekend writing.  I was pretty happy with my word count of  right at 5,000 words for Saturday and Sunday.pc-kitty-

 

Since I was expected at a wedding shower at 2:00 Saturday, after spending the morning shopping for the perfect gift for said shower, much of my writing time was otherwise engaged.

Then at 4:30, the family was  attending the talent show at my grandson’s middle school. Once the show was over my daughter and I joined a  half a dozen other Mothers and Grandmothers. We helped break down the set after we assisted in packing  away all the electrical, lighting  and sound system cords

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Funny observation while packing away the equipment and helping break down the sets. The Fathers and Grandfathers were standing in a little group avoiding eye contact with all the Mothers and Grandmothers that were huffing and puffing around the gymnasium.  I am sure that it was unintentional, but I want it noted, that it was noticed.  thchinaz5

One poor Father didn’t get the meet us in the corner and avoid eye contact, memo and  helped all those women. They sure appreciated him.  The kids were being little pack mules. I mean these are seventh and eight graders  were carting off tables, chairs and large wooden frames that held the floor of the stage.fukidashi02051jy They were carrying heavy pieces, yet they did it.  It was so nice to see the talent that those kids had, but also the friendliness and helpfulness that they displayed.

Needless to say, I did not get back home until almost 11 pm. I was racing to the computer to get in as many words as I could in order to stay on track with my deadline.  clock With the clock ticking away towards midnight I sat down and put to my Word document the words that had been rolling around in my head all day.  I inserted my word count at 11:58 and was at about 300 words. I was so annoyed with myself that I stayed awake writing until about 2 am just to make up for lost time. I am nothing, if not obsessive.

Sunday was fine, I was able to write about 4,000 words and I was happy with my weekend totals

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This morning, a Monday at 3:45 am  my characters nudge me awake. “Hey you know where you had me living here? Well I think I need to live in this little cottage over there.  you know the place I mean? better right? Makes more sense than where you had me. I am a grown man after all.”

I open my eyes, realize it is still very dark , groan and close them again.  The female character says “Hey! I have not gotten to tell my story. I listened to him tell his, but you didn’t give me a chance to tell mine.” Can I tell mine by saying it this way?” and she prattles on with her story, that I admit was coming together nicely.

What? ugh, someone needed to take a sleeping pill last night. I am sleepy. It isn’t even morning. I look at my phone and see it is not even 4 am.  The dogs are not even milling around yet. ” I only went to bed at midnight.  Come on guys. Go back to sleep.” sleeping

One of them, I am not sure which,I mean it is 4am, whispers another little scene in my ear that catapults me out of bed and into the computer room.

So at 4:10 I am furiously writing. I am sure I will not wear down from this character driven writing high anytime soon.

When in doubt blog about your sleepless creative characters that so desperately want their stories told. Then get back to that Word document.

I am sure it doesn’t make me seem crazy,  Crazy right?