Well Happy Sunday Everyone
So today I am awake early and having completed my Camp NaNo target I have now printed off my two short stories and will start the editing process. Both stories are currently around 7,000 words but I feel I need to cut them down to around half that amount.
So now they are all hole punched and neatly separated and popped into my lovely rose binder.
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Good Evening one and all
So this evening I finally validated my word count for Camp NaNoWriMo, my target had been 10,000 words and I achieved 14,436.
I achieved my aim of completing two short stories for my forthcoming book ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’ which I am very pleased with just, I need some major editing now.
Here is a little teaser.
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Happy Reading & Writing
Hello Campers & Friends
Well I missed out a couple of typing days, although I did write a little by hand. Wednesday I stopped because the story was sad and I kept on crying. I have hit the same hurdle today. 500 words then sobbing my heart out.
So even though the story is not advancing, I feel good because the story has moved me to tears, its very heartfelt. Maybe I’ll finish a little more later, when I’m calmer?
This is my teaser for the day from ‘The Birth of Grandfather Time’
“Bo-ing, Bo-ing”
On the half hour, the first 30 minutes of the New Year, and the New Century, a sad mournful chiming could be heard from the parlour. The new baby boy, William Junior was suckling at his motherâs breast. The midwife and girls had cleared up and tidied the room to welcome the new father.
âWhere is the man?â said the midwife, âI expected him to come rushing inâ
âWell heâs not as young as he used to beâ Patience commented, whilst smiling down upon her new child, a beautiful and much longed for son. The pain already pushed from her mind and a lightness filling her, even though still exhausted, she seemed to have gained a new lease of life, a new strength.
âGo Milli, bring your fatherâ
The youngest girl ran from the room, sprinting down the stairs all the while shouting excitedly.
âFather, father, come where are you father? Come see you have a son.â
âBo-ing, bo-ing, bo-ingâ
A strange mournful pealing of bells rang out, a constant but sombre melody, it was coming from the parlour. Soft candlelight was pooling weakly beneath the door. Knocking excitedly Milli entered the room.
âFather, come lookâ
Flinging open the heavy door and with hand still upon the brass door knob, Milli stopped in her tracks, a dark broken shadow was cast upon the wall. The fire was mere embers and there was the most beautiful but gentle sad melody filling the room.
âFather?â
William was seated at the table; he was facing the most beautiful rose gold, longcase clock Milli had ever seen, its large brass face illuminated by the tall church candle by its side. This was the source of the sad ringing bells.
No one had been allowed into the parlour whilst William worked upon his special creation. He wanted the clock to be a surprise for them all.
âOh, father itâs so very beautiful, the best you have ever built.â
She took a step closer to the table.
âFather?â
But he didnât turn and there was no reply, she reached out to touch her fatherâs shoulder.
“Bo-ing”
One last chime and suddenly the gentle tolling came to an abrupt stop. The quiet darkness enveloped father and daughter. A mere graze of the childâs hand and William slowly fell forward upon the table.
âFather, father?â
Milli shook him gently, she reached forward and took his face in her small hands, but he was still and very cold. She was not as stupid girl; she knew her father was dead. Tears filled her eyes, as she gently laid his head sideways upon his arm as if he were sleeping. It was then that she noticed a hint of a smile on his lips, perhaps he had heard that the child was a son, the midwife had sure shouted it loud enough. A soft kiss was deposited gently upon Williamâs forehead; the child took a few backward steps and whispered
âGoodbye father, god bless and may the angels keep you safe and warmâ.
So there you have it, did it make you cry too? Please spare a little moment of your time to answer this little poll. Thank you đ
So July is a really busy month for me, especially Day 1. We had #IndiePrideDay and also the start of #CampNaNoWriMo. PHEW!
So Day 1 of camp got off to a slow start as I was trying desperately to work on #IndiePrideDay the second year it has been running and the aim was to reach 1,ooo+ tweets to get it trending on Twitter. I tweeted my little fingers to the bone but when I left the day was trending at at close to the 13.6K that it achieved. Well done to the Indie Authors & their followers.
My aim for Camp NaNo is to discipline myself, and complete my two short stories that will feature alongside ‘One Breath’ in my forthcoming book ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’ by Rose English
By Day 3, Friday 3rd July I had managed 3,160 words. Here’s a little taster.
Saturday 4th of July (Happy Independence Day by the way) I managed 1,060 words.
Day 5 and a whopping 1,646 words. My target for camp is 10,000 words, much less than the November NaNo which is 50,000 (I did achieve just over that in 2014) Here is the Sunday taster.
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Happy Writing to any fellow Campers đ
