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So I reached my adjusted word count goal of 30,000 plus 132on my CampNaNo project, Pandamapacalypse. I feel good about that. I think I will work on it more in May. I left my characters at the zoo. Well some of them. Because of how crazy this month has been, I feel my writing was all over the place. So I think I will spend the beginning of May reorganizing the scenes and setting a new outline. Then the second part as trying to reach the 50K I was looking for this month. The story is still playing in my head. Can you imagine a virus that could mutate and become a person? What would we learn from this person!

What day is it anyway? When you are watching Grey’s Anatomy every day and it is no longer playing on Thursday as usual, that isn’t a way to know. I’m on the twelfth season out of fifteen. Can you imagine what I will be like when I am caught up? Anyway, the trash it out at the curb, or the place a curb would be if we had actual streets and not dirt roads. So, tomorrow is Friday, May first! Wow! We made it through April! A2Z is done!

I wonder how the world feels in New Zealand. One of the characters on GA is from there. Before pandemic. I don’t know. I think I have zero more words today. Oh, I can look forward to another Zoom meeting of friends tomorrow!


Wow! How did we get here already! It’s already Friday! It’s been so long since I have been inside a business. Somewhere on this blog, I talked about taking my Kali to the vet for her shots. Somewhere on this blog, I told about going and getting temporary fillings. By the way, they are still there. I hope they will continue to hang on. <–My first “O” word! I think it was the beginning of March. OMG! It seems like forever ago. It seems like yesterday. It reminds me of how we have always remembered common dates. We ask, ‘What were you doing when JFK was shot? Or ‘Where where you when we heard about Bobby? And the not distant past asks, Where were you working on 9/11?

This one is different. Maybe it goes like this: What was the last real day before lockdown?

The thing is, I never went anywhere before. As retired folk, we can’t afford to go anywhere. Often the bones were hurting, and I didn’t feel like going anywhere, Now, I feel like hopping in the car and just driving forever. I’ve always been a bit of a hobo, I like to travel. And fibro put an end to that. Too tired. But now I think I have rebellion working overtime. The body is still complaining. I barely have the energy to walk around the yard. But not being able to, enforced by the wicked virus, is crazy-making. Right?

So that is what day it is. Anyway, Word count that was caught up yesterday on CampNaNo. Behind again. Ouch! So I must leave you and get over to yWriter and see what I can do to fix it. My characters are having dance parties in the middle of the Pandamacalypse. And today is the day on Grey’s Anatomy that O’Malley dies. O’Malley! {See what I did there?}

 

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Title Much?

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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!

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National Novel Writing Month, November. The hardest month a person can live through. Yet it seems my favorite thing to do. Novel writing. Nattering on and on in an imaginary world or universe. Imaginary friends who tell me stories. Nothing better. As any toddler could tell you! It is so fun for me that I do it even when it isn’t NaNo or CampNaNo time. I’m addicted. If you get the chance, Read Chris Baty’s book No Plot, No Problem.

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I’m going to skip posting a bit of a scene as they all seem confusing for those who might pop in out of nowhere. There is so much going on with wormholes and dimensions that cause grouchy grass. See? Even with that much, I’m sure you are shaking your head wondering where that comes from. Just know when I feel it will be a good stand-alone type scene I will share.


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip” in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy! 

So below are my twenty L words plus lip for Linda G. Hill. I’m sure she gets her share of lip but–she asked for it! 😉

 

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Let’s be clear.” Linda/Adnil and the rest of the Leprechauns of Limerick were confused by their friends’ faces. Little fairies nearly dropped from the air. “What is wrong with Dusty, Jade and Mary?” She bit her lip, took off her hat and sat down next to Dusty. She slapped her face but that only made Dusty fall flat on the ground. “Come on, everyone. We know what they taught us. Let’s see if we can help!”

All the little people gathered around. They sat and held hands. They grew quiet and they made sure that the hands of Dusty, Jade and Mary were included in the circle, even if they were looking dead. These little people saw in their heads, rather than words, pictures of dragons putting out fires and setting up lava tubes. There was a hill somewhere else with bodies strewn out, including a chicken. There were men passed out in a cave. There were ladies under piles of dirt and debris. And now Dusty and her girls were out cold. The Leprechauns wanted to help.

The little people didn’t know how to locate the people in the vision. They needed to remember what they had learned under Dusty’s leadership the last time she had been to Earth. Dusty was a legend among their people. Through her, they lived longer. The lessons she taught were about how to keep their ladies safe. She made them loud and strong. Before they had to lie. They made laws that there would be no female leprechauns. That was why they all had reversible names. Like Linda who presented as Adnil. It was a male society then, not just in the leprechaun world. Everyone had to stay in line with that law. And so the lie continued until Dusty and friends came and show the error of their ways.

What seemed like a long time the group sat joining forces and watching their inner movie of what was happening all over the Havenverse. The next picture was of these little people becoming little dragons. They could do everything the big dragons could but fit in places while invisible to see what the problems were. Quickly assignments were given, in pictures, as to who would go where and what they were to do, then they blinked there. Three fairies stayed at Dusty and her daughters’ side. It seemed Earth was directing them to just hold each shrunken woman while talking and stroking their faces. This faint was of Earth but not an illness so they should come around.

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So the above I wrote two days ago. I am two days ahead of the A2Z one because of the Sunday off, and two because my writing took off. As of tomorrow, I will be three to four days ahead. I have to admit that having the Sundays off is wrecking my flow. So, though I will still participate in the challenge I am letting go of doing this to the book that the planet seems to be dictating to me.

Also, I’ve learned that it is distracting to the reader that might find bits of the story interesting. So I think I will still share bits of the writing, but not keep them strict to the alphabetic challenge. I kind of wonder why this challenge isn’t in February where the number of days is closer to the 26. The last couple of days could get the blogger ready for the next challenge.

And heck! I miss sharing my day to day challenges, adventures, and complaints! So from M on it will be when everyone else is sharing but unless it just falls there in the story, it will be in another method of posting. So not breaking the challenge rules as far as I can see, just adjusting my own goals to what will get me my 50K for CampNaNo in the best way I can. Besides Kali and my knitting are getting jealous! (Leftovers of K day.)

A newborn hat and a bored Kali.

 

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Here’s yesterday’s first scene in the fun of the A-to-Z Challenge.

 

“Come in. I was just setting a kettle for tea. What’s up” Judy was used to working. Even on Haven, when Haven was there, she preferred doing for herself as much as she could. She thought all the wishing for things was a killer in disguise. People need work to grow.

“Have you heard from the guys? It is so much harder to stay centered down here. I don’t hear telepathic messages as often. How are we supposed to stay sane in here, knowing Haven is in danger, knowing our friends and family are out there. I’m getting a knot in my stomach from the worry.”

“Chamomile for you, dear.” Judy laughed. “I’m kidding. I do worry, now, too. I do think the key to this is to keep ourselves as open as possible and meditate several times a day. We had gotten out of practice out there.”

Rather than sit at the table while waiting for the teapot to whistle, Anna and Judy kneeled and then sat in the lotus position and held hands. They didn’t know what they didn’t know until they were quiet and knew. Anna nearly kicked Judy in getting up so fast. “Haven is in trouble. Enelrad can’t land here. I wish she hadn’t left again.”

“At least we know that the guys are okay. Henry says they found the group in the cave. They are all happy and healthy and willing to help.” Judy kept her knitting kit next to her chair. While she waited she knitted. She covered her knees with a light-weight blanket, not for the draft, but to keep the yarn from going everywhere. Everyone in the cave had something made by Judy. They all wore them with pride. Others were now learning to make clothing or playthings. Keeping the hands busy helped them to stay focused on here and now, rather than lost in worry.

“Hey, I’m making some kidney bean soup. Would you take that knife and cut up the onions?” Judy knew that Anna needed something to do and cutting up vegetables seemed to help. Their kinship had been active since way back on the ship. Sisters of the planet. Judy loved her cave home. There was a king-size bed, and bookshelves full of everything from fairy tales to the Koran. She was even fond of her copy of ‘How to Kill a Mockingbird.’

By the way, my current word-count is: 18,510.

Have the planet becomes a human in Haven in 3D Here she is as Ora Ja Ja.


My first book, Haven can be found on WattPad. Or the first three chapters, on my site, here. I am gradually bringing the whole thing here. But right now writing Haven in 3D is taking up my time.

I have been needing to review one of my other books, Earth the Final Frontier. A lot of the characters from that book are in my current book. Is it wrong that I really like that book? I’m reading it as my night time read and yes, there are things I need to edit, but I am loving the adventure once again. I wish I could bring that excitement to all the books in the series.

By the way, Earth the Final Frontier has over 92K so it is taking me many nights of reading. Are there writers in my blogosphere that have a way to keep track of all the characters, where they’ve been what we left them doing, quirks, etc? I do have yWriter to keep track. I have an Excel spreadsheet but my eyes have troubles with looking at it. I almost think I need to write it all on a wall. Wish I had one I could use like that. I know before I publish these I will have to make a character list to go at the beginning or end of each book so no one gets lost.

Something like this would be wonderful!

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Just a joke, I tell you! I jest!” Adam called. “Uncle, already!”

“You know we can’t resist when you take yourself so seriously most of the time.” Robert ceased knuckling their friend’s head”

“Speak for yourself, Robert. I joke around all the time and you don’t go all judge and jury on me! Where’s the justice? Are you jealous?” Henry smiled but was serious.

“Yes. You both have a purpose I’ve yet to find. Henry, you may jaw a lot, but It is for the purpose of keeping the peace or lifting the mood. Adam, you designed the structures on Haven and became quite useful to Her. I seem to be here merely to help Anna. And she still seems a bit depressed and still holding on to quite a lot of guilt.”

“Welcome to the jungle. We three do have the awesome job of joy. Our jewels of wives are the main leaders of Haven. She wanted it that way. And it has gone quite well for all of us. Okay, it is our turn in the great scheme of things that we jump how high according to our mates. Women did that for ages. We, also, get to see what jail they had to live in. And we reap the joys as they accomplish what we couldn’t here on Earth and on Haven. Any jam we get in, we are saved by the women. Look we don’t have to justify our lives. We were chosen by Haven for these ladies. And now Haven has sent us here. She knows we need our adventures, too.” Henry was always the voice of reason when he wasn’t cracking jokes.

Robert was the most mature of the three. But he’d been depressed for a while. He loved these guys like brothers. Which, in a sense, they were. The first three men to be awakened on Haven. As such they chose the jurisdiction of the joint. While Adam may have been the architect, Robert and Henry became the brawn to follow through and get the buildings set up for their town. Each helped the newly awakened get set up in new homes. Each lent their voices to the group songs. Robert tried to pull in his mood and try to remain positive. Adam was the target of Robert’s misplaced reason for living.

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That was the first scene from yesterday’s Camp NaNo project, Haven in 3D a sequel to my first novel Haven that you can find on the WattPad page in its entirety or here the first three chapters.  My current wordage is: 16,709. The bolded words are part of the J words I used for the A-to-Z Challenge. I like having prompts to write.

While I’m in over my head in writing I know there is a world out there. What have you been doing? What’s happening in your world? Weatherwise we are windy, cloudy and expecting snowy rain. I’m sorry if you live in the midwest with the snownado. Be safe and warm!


 

I didn’t realize it was Wednesday until I had already put the below in this blog.

 

It is my immense pleasure to introduce this installment of Leprechauns to our most esteemed instructor of life and saving our sweet Ireland, Dusty Love, whose very name explains her nurturing and care. Many of you remember her insistence that we listen and in our ignorance didn’t. Many more remember how she was able to heal illness, intensifying our most important creed to safety to all in this institution. And how incongruously she…”

Suddenly a small female dressed in an ivory colored gown, looking every inch the monarch, held up an ice cream cone and invited all to the cafeteria for the most important party of the decade. Dusty had never seen leprechauns move so fast as when food was announced. She had to hide her giggles. As in the last time she visited these delightful people, she shrank to their height and was immediately immersed in the ice cream social. Dusty made inquiries as to the health and well-being of her friends since she’d seen them last.

It was then that she told them of the item that drew her here. She was the instrument of high importance. Haven was in dire need. Did she have their assurance that they could help?

Now she was surrounded by tiny dragons and fairies. “See we learned to do this, too! Of course we can ensure all of our aid to our Dusty and to Haven. We are so grateful for all you’ve done for us. Just let us know what you would have us do.”

Then Dusty remembered how the small could get in where the larger wouldn’t fit. So she welcomed them and told them she was off to visit others who might be able to help. “I love you all and will call to you when I can pull everyone together. Meanwhile, ground yourselves and listen for Mother Earth’s instructions.”

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The above was written a couple of days ago. Seems I am ahead of the game on one level! But just because we get Sundays off for A2Z doesn’t mean I don’t need 1,666 words a day for my CampNaNo goal of 50K. Just FYI I have 15,628. By the end of the day, I should have 16,660 words. So I still need over a thousand words before midnight tonight.

One-Liner Wednesdays are Linda G. Hill’s challenge click here. To learn about the A-to-Z Challenge click here. For NaNoWriMo or CampNaNo click the hyperlink of each word.

How are you all doing on your own challenges?

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Healing hill. That’s what they’re callin’ it.” A voice in her head was telling her. She looked around her and knew this was her first dream ever. This was the hill she happened upon when she landed on Xeno. The woman who was talking looked every bit the housewife she’d seen illustrated in the magazines the humans brought from Earth. But she seemed a part of a herd of humans and other beasts. They just roamed the hillside, eating grass or conversing in little cliques. This particular woman held a hen in her arms and stroked it like it was a kitten. “If you are here, you might be hurt or handicapped in some way. There used to be a hospital for people like us, but the government said it did more harm than good. The fact that the government was harmful enough without trying to kill those of us who had problems.”

“So I’m still on Xeno? What’s your name?”

“Yes, still here. Isn’t it a shame that even in your dreams you can’t leave. Oh, they call me Henrietta, because…” She held up her hen. “She came up to me one night and just stayed. guess life is hard even for her kind here.”

At that moment they heard a horn. “Oh, that’s the gathering horn. We have to gather up and be counted. We used to try and hide during these counts. But those that didn’t show up, when found were treated with a heavy hand. They would be beaten hard. Many didn’t make it out alive. This life isn’t the holiday it appears to be. Our bones pave the highway back to that hellhole George Goodman created.”

As they gathered, Ora was torn. She wanted to hide but how would being dead help her and this planet or Haven? They heard a buzzing. It looked like a toy helicopter hovering above. Then it flew away.

“That was them counting us. That thing has a camera.” Henrietta explained. Ora was going to ask a question when she heard a noise that didn’t fit the scene. It sounded like someone knocking. That’s when she woke up.

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That was the first scene I wrote yesterday. I thought the A2Z was a daily thing, but I learned that we get Sundays off. The good of that is I’m a day ahead in the A2zs.

BUT, the problem for me is that CampNaNo takes no days off without getting behind in the count. If you don’t write at least 1,666 words a day you will find it hard to catch up. I know people that seem to be able to do the catching up easily. But for me, it is pure torture. Even today, I’m having trouble with the next part of the story because I’ve forgotten much of what this section is based on in my book, Earth the Final Frontier. I’m making a lot of callbacks to the friends I created. I wrote it five or six years ago. But I forgot who knows and who isn’t there. So I better get back to re-reading and furious writing. Ahead, yet behind. Sounds like a timey-wimey thing to me. By the way, at my latest count, I have 13,691. Today I should end on 14.994 but I will try to push to 15,000. And I need to do my languages on Duolingo. Grabbing my coat and hat, see ya later!


Guess we need to gather our guest some grub!”

Milo and Zella took Ora to meet the new administrator the next day. That was how he met her at his door. His greeting was pleasant enough. He made the grand gourmet gesture but the gloom in his eyes as he glared from Milo to Zella proved he still held a grudge against the ones he thought to cause the uprising.

A guard stood nearby with a gun in his gloved hand. The two had gotten his goat more than a few times since. They could see him grind his teeth. His goal seemed apparent that he would prefer the death of these two. Yet he seemed to like the new person they had brought him.

In general, he thought of himself as a good person. He had nothing to gain by killing anyone. But he’d grown up here. He was genetically guaranteed to inherit this position. And wasn’t that what this whole experiment was all about? The best, most pure humans. Not gutter rats like these and their crazy offspring. They should all be sent out to graze in the meadows like the other beasts.

Ora was glad that she wasn’t in the gown she wore to Xeno. At least right now this guy was treating her with some sort of respect. But she saw how he looked at Milo and Zella. She heard the hate for Daniel. Why hadn’t their first try to educate this world worked? But the silence was a clue that she should speak. “Thank you, Mr. Administrator, sir. The meal looks delicious!”

“You may call me George. George Goodman. And it is customary to meet our new members with sustenance. We know that many have been scattered out through the wilderness and need food before they could possibly be the useful citizen needed in this society.

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Those were the first few paragraphs in today’s CampNaNo writing. As my plan to follow as best I can the A-to-Z blogging and try for 50,000 words during the month of April. At last count, I have 10,343 I need 11,662 before the end of the day. Sometimes I cheat and include blogs and reviews and journals to pad the count. Often those things help and I can move them into parts of yWriter that don’t end in the count as soon as I have more story words. I don’t really consider it cheating as the point of this is the writing and writing as fast as you can without editing at the moment. You can go back and take care of big obvious spelling or grammar (will that count as a G word?) errors but it is best to lock the editor in a cell and at the end of the month or even later let him out for good. This month the story made me join the Camp folks and it promised it had the words. So as the gullible ghostwriter for Haven‘s newest story (Haven in 3D–not available yet) I relinquish control and just type. (Seems once I get started I can’t stop on some letters. Not looking forward to X).

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