First Week Finished?!

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Aren’t You Supposed to be Writing?

I love my cats – Kit and Kat. They give me a necessary mental break from the various insanity detours of “real life.”

So, dropped the ball again on the Blogging from A-to-Z Challenge. Maybe Sunday I’ll put together a list of the missing letters as related to my latest ‘bad habit.’ (Those of you I share a cabin with know what that is!)

Jotting down a few words a day in the (very long overdue) sketchbooks to wrap up a prequel of sorts to the first camp project, “Escorting in Twilight.” The three-part collection, “Before the Wars,” tells the stories of Atkinson, Jalem and Desmon before the subtle changes had a major impact on their lives – apart and together.

How about you? Are you camping this year;  counting hours, pages or words?

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Who Are You July?

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Who Are You?” by The Who is a song I’ve used twice now – first time for Quietus: Quintets Demise and this year’s project.

Jasmine Ulyssa Lewis Yeardley, born on the Fourth of July, is witty, sassy, loyal, a chameleon, and a Jacqueline-of-all-trades.

Many nicknames for the main character of the current mystery:

  • Jazz – by her occasional music writing partner and constant concert-goer
  • Jewel-Eye – by most friends
  • Jules – by her sci-fi book club and steampunk friends
  • Joyce – by her nerdy, literary friend who knows about Ulysses
  • Sparks – by her older friend/big brother/’walking, taller, ‘Yoda,’ Rennie
  • Merriweather – by her friend William Clark (who did take the road trip along the Lewis and Clark trail
  • Ruby – by her jewelry store owner friend, given the penchant for wearing various shades of red

Do any of your characters have nicknames?

Back to Camp!

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Camp Time!

Yep, gonna try it again – set time aside every day this month to write something. What, you may ask? Oh, that’s the question! It’s a mystery. No, seriously, I haven’t a clue what I’m doing this month – again. The only concrete item is the title – merging the titles of the last two failed Camp NaNo’s.

Luckily, get to have a private cabin again with two of my best writing buddies! Natasha and Winney had a proper midnight kick-off (and what a delight to catch up on the chatter the morning after)!

Me – I squeaked out a few words, a dead body and my main character told me her name! (most maddening thing to go ‘hey, you!’ all the time with these internal discussions!) Can’t quite see Jasmine Ulyssa Lewis Yeardley (July to her friends) yet, but she has quite the fun attitude!

How about you? Going to join in on the fun?

C = Contrast

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(Short ramble based on the daily prompt – only because my creative muse went m.i.a….)

Are you a pantser or a planner? Are you a ‘full-story done’ or a discoverer along the way? Short stories or series? Poems or epics? Do you let the characters control the tale or the plot? Is there anything really wrong with mixing all of it up?

Setting such logical toss-ups aside, now it is time to go back to camp!

A = Adventure, Alven and Amelia

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I’ve no idea what I’m doing for CampNaNo this year (aside from rambling aimlessly while my two cabin-mates make clear progress towards their goals)! And again, going for the Blogging from A-to-Z challenge, while weaving in the One-Minute Writer challenge. So here’s tonight’s result, from “Call Me, AL” –

 

“What is the craziest thing you ever did on the day for fools,” Alven asked. “Hijack a car? Go on a blind date? Take an impossible dive?”

Amelia smiled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

He adjusted his glasses. “We’re still dating; so there’s a fair chance I might.”

She leaned forward, her smile growing wider for a moment. “Care to make a bet? Winner decides next destination?”

“Adventurous or foolish?”

“Both.” She paused. “I gave my boss a letter of resignation. On her birthday. Five minutes before leaving work.”

Alven reached for the wine. “Which job was this? Obviously the one you hated, right?”

Amelia shook her head. “The one I loved, the one I earned and thoroughly enjoyed.”

“And you resigned?”

She shook her head again. “I said I gave my boss a letter of resignation. The key was in the closing: “April Fools! Have a terrific birthday.””

“And you lived to tell the tale.” Alven sighed. “You win. What are we doing tomorrow?”

“See how well you survive shopping, for starters.” With that, Amelia found the most expensive dessert to order and enjoy, with a few servings ordered to go.