I’m not a winner this month, but it was fairly obvious after week two that I was too far behind to catch up. I said to myself that I would be happy as long as I hit 10k. I made it to 10,015 words, so that was a small victory for me.
Congratulations to everyone who took part. Even if you didn’t win, any words written is progress and one step closer to that finished draft.
I would like to thank my cabin for being motivational and just awesome. It made getting to 10k that little easier.
I may be participating in July’s Camp, but my target word count will be considerably less. I will probably still be working on this WIP at that point.
Walker Norman hobbles his way toward me using the wall as a crutch until one of his people offer him a walking stick. He shoos them away as he approaches, leaving just the two of us alone in the corridor.
“Does this decrepit, old man shock you?” he asks. Without ceremony, he leans in and kisses one cheek, and then the other. “Can’t let the world see that Walker Norman isn’t the vision of strength and vigour, eh?”
“Must be a hard act to maintain,” I state, coolly.
His mouth twitches with a smile. “Act, pah! The body perhaps, but the mind is still as sharp as a blade. That’s all that matters when it boils down to politics. Our ideologies last longer than us politicians.”
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