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I couldn't sleep

Took the day off from writing

to go shopping!



Unbelievable crowds at Walmart (I bought undies & a fleece jacket), some cool tees at Old Navy & a fleece jacket I liked better & the ORPHAN dvd @ Fred Meyer.

Two motrin day...I take 800s

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Le sigh For the first time, I'm ahead of the curve. I still don't know whodunit or why, I'm now thinking they'll be gal n guy PI team, and I still like Snaketown. I will have to do a LOT of clean up on this, but than the Hillerman prize doesn't have submission until June. Gobble! Gobble!

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Giving Thanks...

Am I really going to finish this?

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Ok, I wasn't going to break my neck to catch up, but then I saw the words on today's square:



I had to keep writing.

Well, I have to post something.

Seems kinda cruel

I'm at 37,340, 1000 shy. But I'll make up the distance.

Cold has returned

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I realized that I was more motivated when I posted the numbers I was supposed to have.


So close I can lick it.

Mentholatum on you chest helps you sleep, and produces the deepest cough I have ever had. To my knees, I'm telling you!!

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It's called Snaketown. I hope I'm not done for the day. I meet my new psychologist today. Hope I don't infect her.

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Dear Natty has come up with yet another thing I have to research. It's bad enough I've rearranged the entire state of Arizona because I have no idea where these two are. Ms Outdoorsy I'm not. Body Art? She wants to be tattoo'd? Henna'd? Scarified? These characters think the whole novel revolves around them.

Where's that white flag?

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir

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Again behind, by about 540+ but I love my novel, so I'm just getting things out there and fix it all later. Wrote a great sex dream though, so I feel as if I'm totally into it.

Sore throat is over, which was good because I didn’t know what to do for it and the best advice on the Web was apple cider vinegar. That wasn’t going to happen. My friend very nicely went to the store to get me bags of Halls Plus, the cough drops with the “soothing syrup center”. Yum. My breathing is good, sweating up a storm. And I’ve drowned myself in 1000mg of Ester-C. Have no idea. But I’m feeling better.

Fell a little short today

26272 when I'm supposed to be at 26640. Of course there's the whole day still to come. Della and Rake have reappeared, which gives me the opportunity to write idiomatic speech. I have also ventured into the realm of lucid dreaming, something I have done, such as editing a plane crash, either by changing my seat (knowing who survives and where) to putting myself back at the airport. I also recognize locales of recurring dreams, such as the intersection of Laramie and Augusta Blvd. I don't recall anything unusual that happened there growing up, but I do know I've seen the four season: snow, flowers, multi-colored leaves changing and hot n humid. So I've given it to Natty.
Might have Natty & Doug, detectives, the series. HaHaHa. But since neither died (I'd hate for Natty to die, as I recognize her *cough*cough*) and they're still hot for each other (They really have to have some friction. I mean, I hate it in real life relationships, but in fiction and sitcoms, that's romance!) so I guess they'll consult on the case. Problem is, Doug was shot in the side and he won't be ambulatory and I don't know why the bad guys would come after Natty.
I love the discovering that goes on!

25157 Natty B, go B

I am so please with this book! I am so enamored that I'm seriously considering sending it to one of those manuscript appraisal services.

I know, get over myself!

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23,340 is today's count to meet. I'm getting ahead of the curve and its becoming easier to write, to actually sit down and work. I'm so proud. And happy. Guess the meds are working, or it could be momento mori that tempis fugit... i.e., I'm old and have nothing to show for my life. Though this isn't the poetry I had hoped to write, it's a beginning.

Yes, it's true. I'm on course! Yay ME!

The last entry was a bit premature. I also skipped ahead to the action part, because the two of them were soooooooooo boring! I shot one, which felt good, and the woman avoided a rape, which pleased me more. I'm at 21789, which is odd because that's the word count @ the NAMO site, but my word processing program has a higher count. Oh well, it's still over the day's total!!!!

Hear ye! Here ye!

Let it be known on this day and at this time, I am at 18,542 words, and the count I'm supposed to be at today is:



Yay verily I say unto you, I ROCK!

Speaking of rocks, I am now calling the book Rock Slide which I've just decided I hate, so that's not it either. But hey! I'm at the right word count! Yea ME!

THANK GOD! No one reads this blog! I have no sense of direction either, can't (won't) balance a check book and can't drive. Not knowing what the date is is small potatoes!

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Silliness. but I've renamed it RED ROCK & BLUE, or maybe that should be BLUES. There aren't any blues being sung yet. They're just laughing and carrying on. It's a disgrace! I might just bump the two of them off out of spite! THE END!
And because I always add a pic:

Gurgle

Me drowning.

Seriously. No one's died yet! I've got this extended meet cute and road trip thing happening, BUT IT'S A MURDER MYSTERY! Someone should die.

But who? I only have two real characters and have this set piece and I have to get them to it and THEY'RE TAKING THEIR TIME!

With conversation like this, Doug telling Natty about his senile father:

"... I walked in on him in their bedroom, thinking he was talking to me. He was talking to the sock, about their long history together. As if they had their boyhoods together. It was so bizarre, I couldn’t help but listen. It was loving.” Doug paused a moment, amazement on his face.
“When he became aware that I was there, he accused me of spying on him, of not giving him a moment’s piece, he bought this house and...” Doug’s voice trailed off and he chortled. “Why did he marry me anyway.”

Dialogue's good, eh? What am I saying! Nobody reads my journal!

Carry on.

Red Rock & Blue

Red, Glorious
Red Everlasting
Red Rocks Out
Looters See Red
Snaketown
Rattle Red
Battle Red
Bloody Red Eye
Red Wild Yonder
Red For the Win
Red Thumb
Red Hand
Lady MacBeth Red
Out Out Red
Out Loud Red
For Crying Out Red

Sigh

Add Your Own!

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I'm supposed to be at 16670, but I'm sneaking up to it. Also, the title WITCH OUTPOST is not longer valid. Sigh. It's about the color RED. But that's stupid title. Hmmmm. Make me crazy, why don't you!

I'm at 9193 words

and falling further behind as each day dawns. Who cares! I love this novel! My problem is I make changes as I start each day. I have to, because I'll forget why it's Phoenix and not Apache Junction, research about southwest Arizona, and of course, wanting to move back there. Tomorrow. We all know what THAT is about, huh?

Anasazi Rock Art

I'm at 6000 words, still behind but am loving this story more each day!

National Novel Writing Month

I'm up to 4000 (Yay me!) and I still love the story. I have to write a love scene so I saved it for this morning, when my memory is fresher. *snort* So I leave you will a screen capture from an early Roseanne, to set the mood.


Oh yeah, it's from the Halloween episode.

Witch Outpost

I've fallen behind (already). Supposed to be at 5000 words; I'm at 2000+. But I have to say, I'm really pleased with this plot and the people in it. It's really fabulous. And I have a notebook which has over 10 pages of notes already. I am not "just writing". I go back, edit, embellish. An evolving growing story is very encouraging, getting the juices flowing. I haven't found the murder yet, but I know where it happens. Just not who it happens to.

Meet DOUG:
"He had an “Aw shucks, ma’am” attitude, which she found charming. Thinking this, she smiled brightly to encourage him. “Just started working a job here in Tucson, a couple of months. Live upstate, not married, honest.” Natty laughed at that. “You can call my Mom.”
“You live with your mother?”
“No, no,” he said quickly and laughed. “She knows all the news that’s fit to print. My Dad, not so much.” He smiled wryly. “Your turn.”

Witch Outpost

So, it begins! My novel is called Witch Outpost. Opening is:

When Natty's boyfriend got sentenced to seven years in prison, she knew she had to find a new man. She couldn't drive.

The plus: I like it! I have cleared my schedule (*snort*)and since it's set in Tucson, WHEN I finish it, polish it, I can submit it to the Hillerman Prize!

I'm psyched!

How could I forget!

National Novel Writing Month

Yes, I am the newest entrant in National Novel Writing Month, from Vancouver WA! Thank you *bows* oh thank you very much!

Meh

It's funny (not funny haha) that I feel totally divorced from the world of books, lituracher, a land that I so desperately tried to swim for, but alas, alack, to no avail. I feel odd this morning. I have taken my second Vitamin D 50000mg pill (Normal range in a body: 32-100. Vitamin D in my body: 4). Plus the first of the Iron pills (yes, deficient in that too. No numbers though.) Anyway, what I meant about books is that I read reviews. I used to write the titles down, wanting to read them. But mostly now I think: what's the point of this book? Is this a part of depression? The not liking what one used to like? Or jealous me, saying why him (usually a him) and not me. If it wasn't meant for me, why did I try for it for so long. What was for me and how did I miss it? Or is it that some people just fail, just don't win the prize, just aren't the fortunate one?