What is NaNoWriMo?
NaNoWriMo [National Novel Writing Month] –write at least 1667 words a day to reach 50,000 total words from November 1st to November 30th — fifty thousand words of a novel.
My novels: Click for this blog’s NaNoWriMo posts and Click for AskWhatElse posts, and here– links to their Flickr albums:
I did it for the 14th time: I’ve written 50,000 words again!
It’s the first time I’ve actually come to solid conclusion in my novel. Usually I need to write a bit more. I did add a few more images for the novel.
Refresher: The story started with the celebration of a sixteen-year-old girl’s birthday celebration. But is it more than that? And why did armed men arrive at the door to talk to her? Her family was well respected and active members of the community, so why are they coming for her? Mention is made of “her Awakening:” what is that?
For a few updates and images see the first post: : NaNoWriMo is Here!
A few more:
Trickster In the Middle
In The Middle
The old woman returned to the tree, leaning against it, with a smile that seemed about to twitch into a sneer.
Another thing Laurel knew about tricksters is that they often get their facts wrong or mixed up. She tipped her jug outward and to the left a bit towards the woman, and asked, “So, you helped my Gran, Mable, through her Awakening?”
“Oh yes, Mable was…”
But before she could finish her sentence, Laurel splashed her water onto the old woman who slithered and sizzled and shrank down into a flakey, tan toadstool with a droopy top.
“My Gran’s name is Hazel.” She almost spat on the mushroom, but that would have brought a connection between the two. “I’m glad I remembered that,” she thought.
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Awake
Awakening
She opened her eyes to a bright pinkish sky above, between the branches of the cottonwoods, which shaded now her eyes. Three chickadees watched her, tilting their heads in one direction and then another.
“I can feel the heartbeat of a vole, the hop of little rabbits, the soft pad of a black bear’s paw. I know the spread of roots into the soil and the flow of nutrients into stems that grow up to the sun. I can follow the sunbeams out into space and spread endlessly like the rays of millions of suns. I can feel the darkness in the middle and the spin of galaxies. I am one with the universe, connected to stars, born of two worlds, bound to peace and compassion.”
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Spirits of the Mounds
Spirits
Laurel slowed and observed that the wildflowers grew in bunches on mounds; no other animals except the pollinators seemed to have visited here. She stopped and closed her eyes. She shuddered and dropped to her knees to hum the melody. She held her hands over her heart while she hummed; she held out her hands palms up and slowly raised her arms and her eyes to the light of the sky. She said, “I see your spirits; I connect and carry on your memories; we are one with the universe, connected to stars, born of two worlds, bound to peace and compassion. You traveled with strength and love, your journey continues above, may it be peaceful. Nomaste; Om shanti.”
She waited. Pika hopped slowly down the path back to the other meadow. The pines and aspen closed in as before. From the mounds of the Lost, thirty streaks of thin, light mist scattered slowly across the blue sky.
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Ending’s End Book Cover
I wonder, if I draw a line... 