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How are you all? I am so far behind in blog reading and e-mail reading that I don’t even know how to catch-up. I miss visiting all of my bloggie friends.

The good news is that as of tonight, I think I will be caught up on my CampNano word-count. As soon as I get off here, I will write 582 more words, and finally, I will be where I need to be. Today I should have 15,003. As of this moment, I have 14,421. My favorite line has been, “But the biggest enemy here is a monster so powerful it has to be seen under a microscope.” Apparently, it was spoken by the virus itself. The virus prefers to be called ZOTci.

So Haven’s characters are back and they are called to communicate with the virus while teaching a group of college students and their mothers, and now a zookeeper, how to communicate telepathically. And they have all learned how to become dragons. Little did they know that all the gene-popping (the ability to become other creatures and thereby talk with them) makes the virus stronger and could lead to the deaths of Haven’s own. The writing is fun. Mostly because I just do the typing. My muse tells me the story and I just write it down.

So this is my edition of the #AtoZChallenge, combined with my CampNaNo report. Click on the links to learn more.

Now on to CampNaNo…

 

Then to bed.

Pleasant dreams all! And stay safe and healthy!


 

This is both a greeting to you and an assessment of my day. All quarrels of the past were mended, and hilarity ensued. I wonder if anyone has done a study of the lockdown process and where the highs and lows are. How many arguments happen and how did the people survive, not killing each other, and these are the people we love and would never want bad things to happen. I’m sure if lockdown were alone or with roommates, one doesn’t like much it could get scary!

 

Anyway, this #What Day Is It Anyway and #AtoZChallenge is brought to us by the letter:

Before I get too far, I need to say that once again, it is very close to midnight, so I hope I can get done before I lose my daily blogging record. And that is #What Time Is It Anyway. But Hey! I had a

And I used it in my #CampNaNo Writing today as I will assign it to one of the characters or a couple of them. What if we all write down what we don’t want to be left unfinished, or unsaid? Since the virus is hitting closer and closer as we know, more and more people who have it or have recovered from it or sadly didn’t get to finish with the rest of us. I made a list that was quite long but

At the top of my list is I would hate to not finish my daughter and her boyfriend’s socks.

My CampNano seems second for now. The characters are holding their own.

There are letters to write

People I want to see again and give GREAT BIG HUGS to

The list went on and on. The more I thought of it.

I don’t know if it will work. It has in movies. The main character can’t die because there is just too much for them to do.

And speaking of CampNaNo:

I wrote 2,248 today without a problem. The story is taking off. The word-count is now 10,076. It should be 11,669. So close, but if I can pull off another day like today, I will get caught up. Yay! Me!

Shoot it is after midnight. I hope I didn’t lose the daily streak.

Anyway, a quick recap of my CampNaNo story Pandemapolypse. So, of course, write what you know. There is a pandemic. My characters have learned via a dragon that is in all my Haven books, Enelrad came to help us all. She chose these characters because they have this innate ability to communicate with each other. How many of you have friends or family members so close that you talk alike, you pick up the phone at the same time, you can sense their troubles and are ‘Johnny on the spot’ for them and they for you? Well, this band of mothers and daughters have this for their peers and maternal bonds. In fact, when the daughters were having their last camp/picnic/birthday party, and the dragon appears, the girls were so afraid, for only a moment, but it was enough for the mothers to drive up to save the daughters.

And the adventure starts. And there is a lab cave. And there are huge aquariums where one of the daughters learns to communicate with marine animals. And the biologist/microbiologist has discovered that she can communicate with the virus on the slide. What! Yes! Well, this virus has it’s own name for themselves: ZOTci. They are angry beings! One of the first things they do is call humans bigots. And I guess from their point of view that must be true. We, vegetarians, don’t eat meat. But we kill the virus whenever we can.

There is a lot to do to solve this issue, on the real-life timeline and in the story. I think I will have much more fun trying to see the world from a virus’s point of view than facing lockdown and hospital truths shouting at us all day every day.

Anyway, that’s the gist of it! So hopefully you are all snug in your beds and staying healthy or getting healthy, Stay safe. Find ways to be grateful.


Will you look at that time! It is nearly midnight and I still needed to get a few more words on the blog before turning off the computer.

What the

Day is it or was it? #WDIIA

I think it was Monday. But all things went weird. I was supposed to be at a Zoom meeting at 6 but on my calendar, it was set for 7. So I got there as everyone was getting ready to leave. Then I talked to my Friday Friend and that screwed up my brain even more.

I wanted to get this in before midnight to get counted in the right place but at least today I did the Fiery Cross review so I was able to get in on the count. I think I may have blogged every day for a year but all that shows up is 140 days as I did it so often after midnight. Grrr! No, that is tomorrow’s letter.

And so my Fine Feathered or Furry or Frustrated human Friends, the Count of CampNaNo is still a day or two behind, at 7,828 words. I should be at 10,002. Maybe I’ll catch up tomorrow. And I’ll try to summarize for you the crazy antics my characters are up to.

Okay, time to get the URLs fixed on the page so credit goes where credit is due,

This #AtoZChallenge is brought to you by the letter F. Which I hardly used due to late-night Fuzzy head! Hope you are all safe and staying healthy!

 


It is 10 PM and I still have to finish 2,000 words for #CampNaNo and blog my #A-Z/#WDIIA. Okay, I will have to do this fast. At least I finished most of my languages on Duolingo. Well, I did German and Español. But not français or Esperanto. I usually spend a good half hour on the languages.

What Day Is It  Anyway? Well, we started the day with Sunday Morning and then an e-service on Zoom. So looking at the lower corner of my computer informs me that it is the fifth of April. How confusing has your day been? Sometimes the people in your house seem like enemies instead of loved ones. Then we realize we are all scared and the one thing we don’t want is to lose these people. I would guess the tighter the budget right now the harder it is to keep it together.

So that leads me to the 50,000-word challenge of CampNaNo. So up until now, I have amassed 4,735 words. I should be at 8,335. So if you will

I better get over to yWriter and write. I’ll try to give a bit of a summary tomorrow. My fingers and imagination need to fly! Ah, but that is a letter for tomorrow!

 

I hope you are doing well, staying safe and figuring out how to get along in all of this epidemic.

 


 

Well, here we are on the fourth day of the #A2Z challenge.

SO:

 

 

Dragons! Yes, today is the fourth day of #CampNano. And I am two days behind. I need to be at 6,668 words written. But somehow, as with everything else like blog reading, housework, journal keeping, I’m way behind. So far I only have 3,006. This is why I like to set up characters and some sort of outline ahead of the month of writing to get started running.

By the way, yes, my favorite dragon, Enelrad (if you reverse the letters you get Darlene), bounded in yesterday, surprising my three main characters as they were practicing their archery. As Liz took aim and let loose, Enelrad telepathed to her ‘Ouch!’ Well, dragons have a sense of humor. She materialized as her natural self, a huge, jewel-toned dragon in all her beauty of purple and turquoise. Then she changed to her go-to human form, Susan, so they could communicate better. Now dragon and dames are getting acquainted. There is a mission. It has to do with the virus going around. One of the young women is a biology/microbiology major. whose mother is a doctor. The mothers heard the fear in their daughters and left their homes driving to the campsite. These gals got game! I can’t wait to see what they all get up to.

As for my paper journal I am four days behind. What Day Is It Anyway? What Time Is It Anyway? And what is the purpose of saying I’m sorry that I haven’t written in the last few days as all the future archeologists will see is a new day and continued writing. They missed nothing. They were lucky I didn’t write as I did as a child, Dear Diary, today I breathed in and out. Your friend, Dar.

So, the prompt for #SoCS is “deep” staying with the AtoZ flow. Thank you Linda G. Hill for your many prompts!

In the forest, Susan led the women deep into a cave system. Darkness had surprised them as they talked and they knew, at this point going home to stay would be useless. Following a stream, as it meandered around rocks and small hills, the saw a mass of ivy climbing a hill. Susan spread the plants. There was a door. She tapped on it, and someone inside opened it. “This is my friend, Dusty. She’s here to help you fight this disease in a way you might not even have thought about. But step inside. It is getting cold and damp out here and I know how much you girls hate the way it makes your hair frizz. Mine, too!

Well, there is the start of my Chapter two! I am not there yet. But it is like watching a coming attraction. I can’t wait to see how we get there! Welcome to Pandemapolypse. That is the name of my newest Haven novel. I am getting excited to get back to the actual typing.

Yikes! I still haven’t done my languages of the day at Duolingo!

Danke schön for reading. Stay at home. Wash your hands. Dance!

 

 

 

 


C2020

#AtoZ

Chat

I thought I would have an excellent report on how many words I got done today. But alas and yahoo, it was a chat day. So the first thing I want to say is how I loved talking for a long time with my daughter today. I actually had to get off that phone call to start a Zoom session with my friends. It has become our Friday thing. And there is my #WDIIA indication. So I was chatting constantly for over 7 hours of love! Who could as for more? It is always a wonderful thing to talk with loved ones.

I certainly don’t feel guilty for not catching up with the wordage I needed today. Which is supposed to be 5,001. My total so far today is 2,132. My intentions were strong. The first scene I started writing I titled: Curiouser and Curiouser. I knew where I was heading with that part of the story. Still do.  And that is all I’m giving as it is time to go work on my CampNaNo Chapter 1 Scene 6. I/ve titled Pandemapolypse. There are only a few more minutes to get a few more words to the story before midnight. More, tomorrow. How was your day?

 

 


Title Much?

Or

Hashtag Much?

Get ready, this is April and I am connecting to all the things I am trying to do while, oh, I can’t resist:

 

So as the title suggests I am trying to remember #What Day Is It Anyway?

That’s easy. The trash is out for tomorrow’s pick up. I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy. Oh, yeah. this is Netflix. I decided I needed something to play in the background while I write. Hence rerunning from Season 1 on. I am now at Season 2 Episode 2: Deny, Deny, Deny.

I know. Why do I, with all this medical stuff going on, choose to watch medical shows, or disaster shows. If there is a psychiatrist out there, I hope they answer. Meanwhile, the most angst I get is how poor Meredith has to deal with her mother and how I relate. Differently, yet. I get it. ‘Ah, denial isn’t a river in Egypt,’ as Meredith says, ‘it’s an ocean.’. Seriously?!

We need yet another hashtag: #What Time Is It Anyway? I can’t believe that I was up since 7 (I usually don’t get up until 9:30 or 10. But as opposed to staying awake until 3 in the morning. Last night I didn’t read. But I hadn’t napped. So crash time happened at midnight last night. Ugh! Anyone else having weird hours? Geez! No wonder my brain is weirding me out if I leave it alone to its own devices.

So I thought about doing CampNaNo. But by the time sleep overcame me I had no idea what I was going to do. I couldn’t believe I was going to let one slide, but I assumed I’d deal with it. Below is a synopsis of what I’ve written so far. I think the story is actually better than what I tried here. But objectivity isn’t a quality I have during pandemics

I woke up hearing BBBB or 4B. Yeah, brain, shut up I want to sleep. I heard my new characters laughing in my head. I saw a pile of curly chocolate licorice. I didn’t understand why that was so funny. Then I saw my main character, Lizzy, whose nickname is exactly BBBB or 4B. Then I heard why. Lizzy and her friends had known each other since babies. Her friend April learned at a young age how to fix Lizzy’s hair from Lizzy’s mom. April’s first do was two ponytails. Lizzy’s mom gushed with, “Big, Beautiful, Black, Buns!” The girls had been so proud. And that is how Lizzy got that nickname. As teens, the guys found out and the nickname and teased Lizzy. But she cupped her ponytails and walked away with pride.

The pile of candy? What was so funny? Well, in the middle of a pandemic, when one sneezes on the candy that looks so much like those buns, and your best friend sneezes and you see the same thing, AND you almost pick up a piece of that candy anyway but the look on your best friend’s face reflects the same thing, you laugh. It’s what you do.

So now I have 1,579 words on my new NaNo I’ve titled ‘Pandemapolypse’. Who needs fiction when real life gives such crazy scenarios to start with? I need 3,334 words before bed. I’m a little less than halfway there.  So I best go get done!

And there my Sesame Street friends is #CampNaNo/#A-to-Z representation. Brought to you by:

and the letter

 

 


Pixabay.com

 

When I started the #What Day Is It Anyway blogging I thought it would be a good way to keep track of days and feelings as this Covid19 grows.  A friend from my old writing group sent me a note about how in the old days, other plagues, journals were found to guide us in the future. Awkward sentence. I hope you understood it. I have to get this done in a hurry as I still have a lot to do before bed.

She also talked about having written a lot in MySpace and her son wrote a blog and couldn’t get back in. How many computers have you been through that crashed with all the information you loved and wanted to save?

Pixabay.com

SO… as of yesterday, I started a handwritten journal. In it, I am keeping track of my feelings and the progress of the disease. So far as we know, we are still three degrees of infected. But if the charts are right it will hit closer to home. I want to keep track of everything. Much I can share here. But those hypochondriac thoughts or which shoes are best for walking may not need to be here. Too scary or boring, ya know?

I wondered how to start. I thought, what if a person were to find this in the future. Say an archeologist. It could be a time when science isn’t what it is today. And then the question came to me, what if the internet doesn’t exist? What if they have no computers?

Have you ever tried to explain the internet or blogging to someone who might have never heard of it? Well, there were three pages that included encyclopedias and the use thereof.

I have multiple colored pens and I change as the subject changes drastically, or a mood hits. Then as I rambled along I thought, what if they can’t read cursive? I have the ugliest print. I think my cursive is okay. So I did a chart showing the alphabet in cursive and print so they might figure it all out.

It’s been fun, in a way. I’ve written about 700 words. My hands only cramped up once. So I will continue.

One the physical side it was ‘witch on the bicycle’ windy so I didn’t get to take a walk. I could handle rain or snow or sun, but the wind is the worst. Hopefully, I’ll get the chance tomorrow. I did love being out there yesterday and the day before.

We caught up on The Good Doctor after lots of news. Now I am watching Contagion on Netflix. I’m on the third episode. This one scares me more than the others. I don’t know why. So here’s the YouTube trailer. Use your own discretion to decide if it is for you.

Wash your hands, keep your distance. Love one another. Take a walk if you can. Be creative in whatever way the muses hit you. Hang in there!

***

Per Linda:

Why I’m writing this post:

Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.

Let’s keep in touch!


Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ect.” Find a word with the letters “ect” in it, and base your post on that word. (Not to be confused with “et cetera,” which is “etc.”) Enjoy!

Perfect! The object of this blog prompt is words that have ‘ect’ in them. And me with a bit of dyslexia have to sort the words that seem to imply “and so on”. Meanwhile the subject on my mind is how Chrome keeps slowing the whole job down. I might type one word but then it all hangs up with “Chrome is not responding.”

No sense in worrying about it. I pick up my knitting and wait. Then I get distracted by Doc Martin. Appendectory here, expectorant there. How about an injection? I’ll never get this blog done. But the affects of computer problems is my own irritation. The effectiveness of getting the writing done, null.

Well, then, if nothing is going to happen here, I guess I’ll go get my yarn connection. The affection I have for soft yarn is purrfect! Oh, that was Teddy putting in his interjection.

Just Jot It January — Mix


Per Linda:  Your prompt for JusJoJan January 7th, 2020, is “mix.” Use the word “mix” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

 

 

Yes, knitting is my life. Sorry. I looked all over the Pixabay for a good picture to inspire me to write about the prompt, mix. This sock is what came to mind. And it is for my daughter who is celebrating her birthday. Wow, my offspring are getting old! I’m almost to the heel stage. I do love this magical self-striping yarn. It really mixes it up, don’t you think?

I’m just streaming even though it is not Saturday.

Hey, how many of you are food purists? What I mean is when you get a plate of food do you mix all your food together or try very hard to keep it all separated? I tend to be a purist. All my life. I remember when I was a candy striper and I had this nice guy I took care of. He was a paraplegic. He could paint with the brush between his teeth. He was amazing. When it came time for me to feed him I was shocked.

“Mix it all up!” he said to me with passion.

I was repulsed. I mixed a little together for each bite but he nearly yelled at me. He was happy when I was more violent with my mixing. Now I remember his name, Frank. He was the bright spot of my candy striping days.

One day, I walked into his ward and saw his room empty. I asked, “Where’s Frank?” I was ready to take him on his daily walk.

“We’re sorry…”

“He went home?” I asked in the naive sixteen-year-old voice.

The nurse shook her head sadly and told me he died. He was the first person I had lost to death. Now that I am 70 I think I know more people gone than here. That death made me see I wouldn’t be able to handle being a nurse or doctor. I wish I would have had this philosophy back then. I think that medicine would have been in my future.

Aw, but all that standing! Never mind. Pipe-dreams. They do tend to send my head into a big mixed-up mess.

Back to the question: Are you a purist or mixer?

 

 

 

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