60,000 words reached 💃🏼
60,000 words reached 💃🏼
My friend Lisa Hill (that night be pushing it a little as I’ve only met her two or three times but without sounding like a psycho, I hope she becomes a friend as the advice she has given me this year, having been through the Romantic Novelists Association’s New Writer’s Scheme has been very welcome) has completed the first draft of the sequel to her fabulous book ‘Heart in the Right Place’, For anyone who did not see my guest blog post in August, read about it here.
Seeing Lisa’s recent social media and a photo of her laptop showing those magic words THE END, not only excited me as I can’t wait to meet up with her characters once her sequel is printed, it also inspired me to keep going with my own manuscript which now stands at …. drum roll please … 56,000 words (32,540 at the end of October, so bravo for #NaNoWriMo).
I want to reach 60,000 by the end of this week so that I have a barrow load of words to throw on the muck pile and start rifling through for treasure next week. Next week .. when I shall be attending a writing conference. YES! Ha! Yours truly (*feel like a total fraud*) shall be sat amongst a group of five published authors and unpublished writers, listening to and absorbing every last morsel of advice from Julie Cohen in Devon.
Having died and gone to heaven whilst reading Julie’s book Together, then finding out she ran writing courses, I was as determined to attend one as that mummy penguin shuffling up the icy slope on David Attenborough’s heart-wrenching programme DYNASTIES. The penguin made it to the top, and saved her chick, and I secured the final place on Julie’s writing retreat, so miracles do happen (except my process was far less traumatic).
I know how lucky I am, when so many will be thinking about the onset of Christmas, I shall be ignoring my every-day world, the day job, the family and being totally selfish and writing – Stephen King would be so proud!. His book ON WRITING talks a lot about making time for writing, if you want to do it seriously. In fact, I feel like reading it again.
Man of the Woods and the daughter shall be driving down on the Friday to join me in the wilds of Devon so we can spend a long weekend exploring, so no-one is missing out on the adventure. Son is out of the country (I’m not sure I mentioned that as I’ve been a little quiet around here lately due to NaNo) for five months. He is on the South Island of New Zealand working very long hours on a sheep farm. There are 40,000,000 sheep there and 6,000,000 people … plus him, thoroughly enjoying himself. (Bless, I knew all those pre-school hours – when big sister had started school – spent taking him to cafes and out and about on buses and then trains and planes over the years would help develop his sense of adventure and ability to travel. I’m proud of him, and so far haven’t missed him. Too much…..
Their time together had become,
A mere chapter of life.
A chapter too short.
And try as he might,
He could not stop the pages from turning.
Each day he woke from a fretful sleep,
She had slipped further back in time.
And the distance strained at his heart,
Like a bow pulled back with an arrow.
Asleep was the only time he could be with her.
Touch her cheek, look into her eyes
So full of love for him they floated against
A blur of background inconsequence.
So close, so precious, so real.
Then wakefulness would drag him back to hell.
Gritty eyes would see the numbers had increased,
Taking him away, leaving him adrift.
Her chapter was back there; back at the beginning.
My poor Antonio .. I am writing a scene in which he is struggling with huge loss. I thought I would treat you to a snippet and poetrise it (I’ve just made up a new word 😃) xx
(Photo credit; Imagefully.com)
Eat an autumn apple from the farm while I assure you that #nanowrimo is going ok 😃
Pausing for family stuff and an amazing centenary rememberance weekend 🌺
I’m thinking WIP wordcount might get across the 50,000 mark which, considering it stood at 24,000 in mid August. My final aim for the WIP is around the 70,000 mark. I’m averaging 1,400 a day for NaNoWriMo at present, so I could, in theory, complete a first draft by the end of the month 😱😱😱😱
You carried me without complaint,
Through mud and miles you’ve been a saint.
Your heaving ribs I now will rest,
My wound is deep, no longer the best
Partner to you, my trusted steed,
Colleague, transport, friend indeed.
(Photo credit – Telegraph today showing new statue in Romsey’s Memorial Park)
NaNoWriMo is not
for everyone, every year.
Here is one writer who made
a judgement and took the
pressure off ..
I WANT the pressure on my
shoulders this year and I know
she’ll understand that feeling
within me right now 🌸
Every year I try to pursue Nanowrimo and every year I fail. I fail because of life. I fail because I have so many things I want to do. I fail because I can’t seem to sit myself down and write 1,500 words in one sitting. One year, I swear I will pursue and complete this challenge, but now is not the time.
I have a lot of things going on in my personal life. I have a lot of obligations I have to fill. I also, have this urge to watch some movies. Plus, I’ve had the feeling of wanting to binge all of Shane Dawson’s You-tuber documentaries. I’m also working a lot trying to make some extra money for Christmas. I simply don’t have the time.
This does not mean I won’t be writing at all. I’m currently writing a new book idea that has required no outlining…
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Hello my friends! How does this wet-under-foot Saturday find you in your various forms of homestead?
These mature cheddar and marmite pinwheels (thrown together with ready-made pastry) I watched being created by a client last week. I had delivered some clean horse rugs and sat sipping a welcomed cup of tea while she described the guests due for her dinner party that evening.
It all starts with a Japanese piece of art.
🤣 Seriously, it’s easy. You spread marmite across rolled out pasty, smother with grated cheese ….
.. roll into a log and slice.
I don’t recommend using the tart tin. I’d simply run out of baking trays playing host to the first 48! They’ve stuck in the tart tin and I can’t serve them out on the farm walk today (but I can sit here and eat them while we chat).
Funny. I hated marmite for years. I quite like the salty kick now.
Anyway, no NaNoWriMo words these last couple days but family stuff has taken priority. Thinking about it every chance I get. Mmmmm .. just grabbing another. They’re a little addictive if you do like marmite!
Look what arrived from a company in Ireland today .. the cutest lip balm 🌺 Check this company out! Literary Lip Balms
I did have a bit of a breakthrough yesterday with a plot hole which has threatened to swallow up my (perceived to be .. by yours truly) finest scenes because the dates never worked.
I had a huge time-line issue. I needed my Male lead to be born on a certain date, and I’d decided I’d set the main part of the book in 1999, with a final chapter with midnight on December 31st. In Edinburgh 😱🥂 (I can’t wait for you to see that!!!)
Finally sorted a few things out in my mind driving around yesterday and I think tomorrow I can crack on with more typing 💫
Have a good weekend!