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CampNaNoWriMo: Final Week Update

campnanowrimo 2018begins...(1)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.

Excerpt:

  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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Update: CampNaNoWriMo Week Three

campnanowrimo 2018begins...(1)Meh. That’s the word I’d use for my writing motivation this week. I’m not going to be too hard on myself, though. My body is getting ready to birth a human, so that comes first. However, I have managed to write 2455 words. I was hoping to break the 10k milestone this week, but it wasn’t to be. My current word count stands at 8681 of 15k.

I’m not sure how the next week is going to pan out for me. I’m not putting myself under pressure to be a CampNaNo winner. A few more words here and there would be great. If I could hit that 10k mark, then I’ll be happy. That’s 10k more than I had to work with on April 1st.

Excerpt:

   There’s nothing more I can ask of him. A lot is at play here that I don’t know about, and there are secrets covering up secrets. I have to trust Topher when it comes to the Pyazamite. He is in the know whereas Marco isn’t. All we can do is hope that Marco doesn’t get himself killed passing on worthless information.


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Update: CampNaNoWriMo Week Two

campnanowrimo 2018begins...(1)I wrote some words… Not enough to catch up, but I wrote some. I lacked motivation toward the beginning of the week and family life took precedent, but once I decided to write out of sequence, I got my mojo back.

I have made it to 6226 words of my 15k target. That means I wrote 3190 this week. I was hoping to have more written in the first two weeks of CampNaNo because my due date is creeping ever closer.

The funniest part of my writing routine is the birthing ball I now bounce on whilst writing. I must look a picture, but as I spend a lot of time writing on my sofa, (not an optimal position to try and get baby into a good labouring position) my midwife instructed me to get a birthing ball to use as a seat whilst writing and watching tv. It has been interesting.

Excerpt:

  Marco sits straighter and runs his hands over his unshaven face. “Now it makes sense. I came here tonight to give you this. You need to pass it on to Topher.” He hands me a piece of paper with coordinates on it. “There is a big mission tomorrow before dawn. This is the location. I overheard talk about the extraction of something big. They have inside help on this.”

  I push the paper back into his hand. “You give it to Topher. This is proof that you’re not who they think you are.”

  “I am who they think I am, Sweetheart. I betrayed them, my job, and you.”


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Update: CampNaNo Week One

campnanowrimo 2018begins...(1)I may not have started with a huge goal, but after week one, I’m already behind target to make my 15k words in a month. There are lots of factors affecting my decision to half my word count goal of last year’s CampNaNo and being 36 weeks pregnant is a big one. That, and my daughter is on her two week Easter holiday from school. I’m now a little worried that even 15k is a bit ambitious.

I had planned to write more than my daily 500 word goal because if this baby is to come early, CampNaNo will go out the metaphorical window. However, it hasn’t worked out like that. I’ve had days of zero writing followed by days of writing over my target count (not many of the latter). In the end, all that matters is that words are getting written. Something is better than nothing.

This week I wrote 3036 words of book one of my Sisters All novella. I’m pleased where the narrative is going, and I’m getting to know various characters and find their voices a little more.

Excerpt:

“And you don’t see eye to eye? I find that surprising.”

  Topher plays with the chain around his neck. “Why, because my Dad is the model of peace and tranquility between the species?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “That couldn’t be further from the truth, and if you want my opinion, it’s my old man pulling the strings on this Pyazamite situation. He will be whoever he needs to be for whatever occasion. Right now, he needs to be the face of neutrality. Tomorrow, he could be the leading force in a fae attack against the Human World Government. I grew up with the bigoted, narcissistic jerk, and believe me, he has no love for humans.


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CampNaNoWriMo July 17

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I am a CampNanoWriMo winner, and with eleven days to spare. Although my planned project was editing 50 pages of Zombie Playlist, I also wrote 10k of The Red Archer.

My experience of CampNaNo this month was a little different than previous ones. Not because I was editing instead of drafting, but because I opted to be placed in a public cabin. For every other CampNaNo, I have joined or created a cabin of writer buddies; writers who are already in my networking circle via social media. The chat forum and encouragement was what kept me motivated and made the experience what it was. I purposely joined a public cabin to meet new people and discover other like minded writers. Yeah, well, it fell a little flat. On the whole, my cabin was a quiet one. Days went by without a response to one of my comments. In the end, I would check weekly for any updates. I shan’t be checking in now I have completed. That is the first and last time I join a public cabin if I can help it.

What are your experiences with public cabins? I’m sure many are lively and fun, and I’m sure the writers in my cabin were just busy meeting their word count goals, but I like a good chat. I sound like a pestering nag, I know.

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Anyhoo, I thought I’d share some of the music I have been listening to during the editing process of Zombie Playlist. I kept the editing music separate from the actual playlist in hopes of keeping it fresh.

Shall I share an excerpt from The Red Archer? Okay, you twisted my arm.

“Kin, sing us a song,” calls Cray from the far side of the room. Stave and Imma drink with him, discussing trades and stashes.

There is a chorus of agreement, and I jump on the table, the room spinning a little as I do so. “The Girl of the Ocean,” I bellow to the lute player, raising my tankard into the air. This one always gets them singing.

Did you participate in CampNaNo this month? I hope you had a productive month.


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CampNaNoWriMo Update: Week Three

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This week has been a rollercoaster ride on the writing front. On the 17th, my NaNo stats showed that I was 7 days behind schedule. That was approximately 5.5k words to catch up on. I found myself in a bit of a self-doubt slump, but by some crazy umph of writing spirit, I not only caught up, I am now on track to reach my 25k target before April 30th. Whilst typing up my handwritten bits and bobs from the Easter holidays, I realised I had written a lot more than I thought I had. Plus, finishing an important, emotional chapter has made these past few days a writing blur. I’m not sure how much sense I will find in what I have written, but the words our down.

Word count: 19,730/25k

My drafting music for the last seven days:

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An excerpt from this week’s drafting:

“That was reality,” I say. “Don’t forget that. Just because it’s a lovely moment in the midst of a load of crap ones, it doesn’t mean that it was any less real. We’ve got to live now in case we don’t get our chance later.” I tuck his book under the pillow and slide my boots on.

“You will get your chance to live later. I’ll die to ensure that,” he says. The feeling in his words makes my stomach knot.

“That would sound really romantic if it wasn’t my worst fear.”

Are you participating in CampNaNoWriMo, and how are you finding week three?


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CampNaNoWriMo Update: Week Two

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Another week has gone. “What?” I hear you fellow CampNaNo participants cry. Yes, we are half way through April and I have no idea how that happened. Again, I have been busy with keeping my six year old entertained throughout the Easter holidays, but I have had a productive writing week. At the beginning of the week, I started falling behind on my daily targets, and then I missed 48 hours of writing altogether. The last part of the week was my redemption. Call it a spurt of inspiration, but I got myself back on track in just 2 days. Phew.

Current Wordcount: 10,923/ 25k

What have I been drafting to?

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Excerpt:

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re at war. We’re fighting for our lives and freedom, people are dying, and some are still in those centres that these guys rescued a good percentage of you from. Yet, here you are, whinging and moaning because you can’t wash every day, you’re tired, you’re hungry. Well, guess what? We’re all hungry, and we all stink, and we all want to not be able to smell the latrines, but we’re lucky that we are eating, we are safe, and we have got a hole to crap in. Do me a favour and show some damn respect for the three people who are holding this mess together.”

Are you participating in CampNaNo this month? How has your experience been so far? Feel free to drop me a comment.


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CampNaNoWriMo Update: Week One

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Week one has been and gone, and surprisingly, I haven’t faired too badly. At the beginning of the week, I had a little panic because I was falling short of my daily targets, and with my little one off school for Easter, I wasn’t sure how I’d rectify it. Perseverence was my way forward. I trudged on even when all I wanted to do was browse Pinterest and eat cake.

Word count:  5854 of 25k

I have been posting my daily drafting music to Twitter, and decided that I would recap the list here on my weekly updates. I usually fixate on one song that inspires, motivates, or sets the tone for what I’m writing at that time and will listen to it on repeat.

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Now, it’s time for a cheeky excerpt from this week’s writing sessions:

“Chill out. I just mean that she could disappear into the sunset and leave us all to it. What difference does Theyda Leason make to our mission tonight, tomorrow, or whenever? We have four able bodies on babysitting duty, instead of where they’re needed. Why are you so important?”

I hold my hands out. “When you find out, let me know.”

He laughs a little. “See, that’s just it. If the woman herself doesn’t even bloody know—”

I point a finger in his face. “Hey, don’t twist my words. I don’t know what difference Theyda Leason can make, but I’m damn sure that I want to be a part of whatever is about to go down. I don’t want a babysitter any more than you want to babysit, yet here we are.”

Stay tuned for my updates over the course of CampNaNoWriMo. Are you participating this month? Do you have a playlist that gets you through the drafting stage? Feel free to drop me a comment.


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CampNaNo Update: Finale

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Guess who hit their word count goal of 30k words with 3 days to spare? Me, that’s who!

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I’d like to thank my parents for giving me life, my supportive family… haha. In all seriousness, I’m thrilled that I hit my target, but as for completing the first draft of Thrown to the Blue… It’s so so close- frustratingly close.

Although the draft isn’t complete, Ezrahli, Reed, Brenneth, Quinn, Lyerdith, Teal, Lissa, Magdarra, Ageet, Merryn, and Lowven are just some of the characters who have made my NaNo experience pure fun. I’ve loved every aspect of drafting this WIP, and my characters have made reaching that 30k goal all the easier.

Not forgetting my cabin mates. I was lucky to be in a cabin with some Twitter friends and new writing buddies. They are an encouraging bunch, and we are extending our NaNo experience with a closed facebook group to continue to support each other with our projects.

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I’m so glad I chose to do July’s CampNaNoWriMo as it has helped me no end with my first draft. I’d definitely recommend NaNo for much needed motivation.


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CampNaNo Update: Week Three

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Another seven days done and dusted. It is technically the end of week three, but there are 10 days left in this month, so my next update will be once NaNo is finished.

My word count for this week is 3645 words. My writing time has suffered due to it being the end of the school term for my little one, but I have still written something at least. The last 48 hours have wielded approximately 300 words, but I’m planning on a writing slog tonight to get back on track. Thankfully, I was on fire for the first two weeks, so I only have to write 7641 words in the next 10 days- totally doable, right? I WILL do it.

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For now, here is an excerpt from this week’s writing sessions:

A hexagonal shaped room with a vaulted ceiling, which by my estimation is situated in the very centre of the castle, holds pews upon pews of indigo robed sorcerers. The way the pews line up perfectly with all six sides of the room, circling a podium in the centre, is highly pretentious, yet masterfully thought out. They rise as we enter, but I’m sure it is for Teal’s benefit and not mine. Every man present glances over my white hair and shuffles in his seat at the confirmation they’ve all been awaiting. It takes all of my will power not to smile at their awkwardness in my presence. It does not bother me in the least for I am used to making people uncomfortable. In fact, I have mastered that particular art form.

I am aware of how my gown billows out behind me, of how the clink of my heels resounds through the hall as I walk with renewed confidence, and for the first time, I wear this gown without my shawl to show my arms and back. Teal did not say a word. Oh, his eyes certainly studied the tissue like scarring, but he kept his mouth shut. Just how I like it.

“Take a good look, gentlemen,” I say, as we climb atop the podium. “Get the ogling out of the way before we get down to the serious matters. I am not sure what fascinates people the most- the crown, the white hair, or the burns?”

Teal’s mouth twitches in a smile, and I watch a room full of men blush with shame. I’ve still got it. Sometimes, I feel like I lose myself with Reed. He’s my happy place, my curative place, and rather than keeping my darkness company, he heals the cracks and shines light on the shadows. The old Ezra would never have allowed her scars to be seen, the old Ezra would never have taken pity on those poor folks in Pontisef, and the old Ezra would laugh at the mere prospect of a new Ezra. It’s time I find a healthy balance; a hint of the old with a shot of the new.


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