CampNaNo, Writing and Me

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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Poetry Muse

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This poem has become my muse for the third week of NaNo. It resonates with me in regards to where both my main character’s heads are at. ‘My tormentor, my love’– it says it all.

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1911-1984)

Be near me now,
My tormenter, my love, be near me—
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,
When it comes with cries of lamentation,
with laughter with songs;
Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound
of inconsolable children
who, though you try with all your heart,
cannot be soothed.
When whatever you want to do cannot be done,
When nothing is of any use;
—At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face,
dressed in mourning,
Be with me,
My tormenter, my love, be near me.


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Thrown to The Blue Playlist

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It’s that time again- playlist time. I’m at the 3/4 point of my first draft of Thrown to The Blue, and I decided that it’s time to blog about my playlist for this novel. I’ve been listening to a variety of songs of late, but have whittled it down to a select few that have drawn my attention.

  1. Keaton Henson- Sweetheart What Have You Done to Us? Watch Video.
  2. Bastille- Things We Lost to the Fire Watch Video.
  3. Soundgarden- Blow Up the Outside World Watch Video.
  4. Zedd ft Jon Bellion- Beautiful Now Watch Video.
  5. Of Monsters and Men- Yellow Light Watch Video.
  6. Metallica- Until It Sleeps Watch Video.
  7. Urge Overkill- Girl You’ll Be a Woman Soon Watch Video.
  8. Lynyrd Skynyrd- Free Bird Watch Video.
  9. Nick Jonas ft Tove Lo- Close Watch Video.
  10. Ariana Grande- Dangerous Woman Watch Video.
  11. Damien Rice- Colour Me In Watch Video.
  12. Damien Rice- Delicate Watch Video.
  13. Peacock Affect- Wallflower Watch Video.
  14. Biffy Clyro- Many of Horror Watch video.
  15. Biffy Clyro- Mountains Watch Video.
  16. Biffy Clyro- That Golden Rule Watch Video.

Do you write/ draw/ paint to a playlist and does it help ignite creativity? Are there any other methods or rituals you use to get in the zone?


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Writing Therapy

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I’m writing this post after finishing a particularly personal part of my new WIP, Thrown to The Blue. Writing my own experience into my work was surprisingly easy and therapeutic. I’ve written a blog post before about writing in first person and how we don’t merely project; as writers we draw from similar experiences and thoughts to create realism. I needed to do that today, and then some, as my main character has gone through something personal to me, and I got a chance to write my feelings out.

I didn’t just drop it into the narrative for the sake of it. It was always planned and necessary to my character’s development, but it was something I was apprehensive about writing. I needn’t have been because it came easily and I’m pleased with the chapter.

I’ve been writing my ‘Heart Voice’ posts from personal experience and they have been well received. Seeing my thoughts written down isn’t as weird as I thought it would be. I never thought of writing as therapy before, but I guess it always has been.

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Do you think there is a fine line between weaving our experiences in narrative and merely projecting? Are you wary about writing personal experiences into your narrative? If so, for what reason?


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CampNaNo Update: Week One

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Seven days down and 10,843 words written. How I managed it is beyond me. This week has been hectic: my daughter’s sports day on Monday, she ran the Race for Life on Tuesday, and the car got a flat and I had to catch the bus everywhere (unnecessarily I might add.) I thought I didn’t have a spare tyre, only to find out that it’s an under the car, hiding from sight spare tyre. Who attaches a tyre to the underneath of a car?! At least my Dad and husband got a good laugh out of it. On top of that, I had to finish reading an ARC in time for release day, and sort out end of school teacher’s gifts.

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On the bright side, my cabin mates are great, and I’m kind of glad I signed up late, otherwise I wouldn’t have joined this cabin of talented writers who like to chat as much as I do. It’s also nice to hear that I’m not the only one who has bum days.

Anyway, I start another week with a working car, and not so many sports related events to attend. If I hit another 10k, I will be 2/3 done!!

Here’s an excerpt from this weeks work:

The bird calls start again, and orbs of ethereal, white smoke appear, darting like comets through the glade. I count eight at a glance. Each wisp comes to a stop, evenly spaced out in a circle around us, and then transforms into a figure in a white gown.

I almost fall over my own feet in fright. The figures are female with hair as white as snow. The Coven. Lissa bows her head to the women and steps aside. One woman, with an impressive build and strong face, steps forward. Her straight hair reaches the backs of her knees and moves like a silk curtain.

“Princess Ezrahli,” she says, bowing her head to me. “Prince Reed.” She does the same to Reed. I’m still not accustomed to hearing Reed addressed as a Prince. “We have been expecting you. I’m Magdarra, I head The Coven.”

Staring in awe at the women surrounding us, I search for a feeling of unease that Lissa said I would be able to sense. There is nothing threatening about the women, they do not have aggressive stances or deceitful faces, if anything, they look serene- indifferent.

“I understand your wariness, Princess, but we can assure you that you are safe here. We mean you no harm.”

“You are not Yarnarian,” I say, studying every twitch, blink, and wrinkle on her face.

“No. I am Olysean. We are a varied bunch.”

“And Reed is welcome?”

Magdarra smiles, and some of the women chuckle lightly. “Prince Reed is very welcome. We are not the men haters that the fables would have people believe. I will explain more when we get back to the safety of home. It is not wise to linger outside of our perimeters for long.”

“Protection spells,” Reed states.

“Yes, Your Majesty. We are many, and when our spells work in harmony with each other, not even Lyerdith can breach our defences.” Magdarra places a reassuring hand on Reed’s shoulder. “But currently, we are not within our defences, and I have to insist that we wait no longer. Take my hand.”

Her hand is cool and frail, with an angular feeling from where her bones jut out beneath papery skin. Reed takes her free hand, albeit a little reluctantly, and then it feels as if the world has fallen away from me. It lasts only seconds, but an acidic taste of vomit floods my mouth. I manage to fight away the urge, but Reed succumbs, lurching to his knees to vomit in the vivid grass.


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Reblog Time

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I am busy at the moment- books to write, books to read, child to rear, same old same old, but as the sun is making an appearance (occassionally), we’re trying to make the most of the good weather we do have.

So, I have decided to reblog some of my older posts over the next two to three weeks to free up some time. There will be new book reviews, one new ‘What’s Your Name?’ post, and a ‘Heart Voice’ post, but otherwise I shall be revisiting some older musings.

Keep your eyes peeled for my first reblog tomorrow- it’s all about creating antagonists.

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