Day 19 of NaNoWriMo

I was off for a few days this week and then succumbed to the cold that everyone else had last week, hitting me like a brick on Wednesday night and then pushing me into bed with some DayQuil and a box of tissues for a couple days.

In between naps and tea and hurtling kittens, I managed to write. As I reported to the NaNoWriMo folks I was mainly writing by obsessively checking my word count and watching the bar chart go up and the daily words needed to finish go down. That last happens slowly but down it went. Most of this bit of progress happened in two hundred word chunks.

So tonight I watched the counter tip over thirty thousand words and felt really good about it. And I get to blame the DayQuil for all the typos, right?

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Tuesday, the 14th of NaNoWriMo

Yesterday, I had things to do – wash to do, trash to get ready, you know – stuff. And last night was a big show on The Voice. I think it was in a short span between doing laundry and getting ready to go write words that I felt a need to sit down and throw paint at paper. (The paper wasn’t too cooperative and I realized later it was because it was the second to last sheet of paper in the block. So it wasn’t really attached to anything. OK, but I still like taping my watercolor paper down more.) This is what came of it.

I was off today. I was off Monday. I am off tomorrow. I am grateful to whatever caused that to happen. This morning I was up bright and early to get three cats to a meeting with destiny, I mean, the vet. That took some pre-planning yesterday and some trickery this morning but we all got there and back and as far as I know, no one got hurt or bitten.

The kittens are now vaccinated and won’t have to go back until probably January when it will be time to deactivate their reproductive systems. They’re in fine shape and didn’t even seem thrown by the two shots today.

Anyway the mission was to get them there and back and then to find some way to get some words written. And that happened too. I got a few hours where I wrote a big scene. Not exactly sure that is how it went down but there’s something and I’m moving on. Yesterday was harder writing because there were five different groups of people who delivered blessings for the newlyweds and those are in poem form. Today I was writing a coronation speech but the Queen is a pretty good inspirational speaker so not as hard. Ended up with more words than this and there might be a few left in me.

Day Three of NaNoWriMo Focus

Hit the minimum word count third day in a row and still have a long way to go to catch up but more importantly – MY MAINS GOT MARRIED!!! Phew, felt like it would never happen. Had a nice chat with Lizette from the Sunday night NaNoWriMo group and talked about the mushy-not-sure-what-happens-here situation which was helpful. Thanks Lizette!

Progress at last

The time has come for the big wedding. (Yes there is a gap just ahead of that but I’m working on it!)

That NaNoWriMo thing…

I’ve become that person, regularly pasting my words into the validator to spur me on to new words. My goal at the moment to get the words/day needed to “win” down to a believable number. I blame the world series and my uncertainty of what it will take to win over my main’s mother from whatever the heck her problem is. I gave myself a stern talking to this morning on the way to work – you might not know what’s about to happen but you know the characters probably do. So let them figure it out and stop worrying. After that, I had a couple thoughts about (not how to fix everyone’s problems) several very nice things that could happen next and said “self – you should start writing that’. I made a couple very short notes on PAPER – and that’s what I’m writing tonight. #atstarbucks. #letsdothisthing

Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools. — Napoleon Bonaparte

End of August Postcard Poetry Fest 2017

I got a lot of postcards and enjoyed the cards themselves and the words written on them. Some of the poems were striking, one gave me chills (in a good way) and all made the connection we all hope for: I sat down and came up with these words to send you, a thought, an image, a rant, a mysterious string of ideas… put them on this card, put your address and a stamp on it and sent it off into the world.

Sometimes you get an acknowledgement that the card arrived, sometimes a response from the recipient to the poem itself, but I never get too tied up about that. Postcards can go in different directions way too easily. One thing happened this year that may not have happened before, someone in the postal handling part of the postcard’s journey wrote a response on the card. Pretty sure they weren’t agreeing with the sentiment but wow – wrote on the card. That card took about a week or more to get to me, so I’m not sure if they pondered it for a few days or if it just took that long.

Be that as it may, my own August Journey was pretty smooth. I had written down a list of words to act as prompts in case nothing came to mind in the hour of writing. Sometimes in the past I’ve used a group of haiku as my fall-back on hard nights. This year a theme developed, not of my choosing, around the idea of “a place to stand” and it popped up over and over again in different ways. One night I started writing and came out with something that ended up 75 lines. Way too big for a postcard, even in its beginning. I excerpted it for the card.

A good month, now I’m ready to do other things. Stand by for photos and painting and travel and who knows what else.

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, the end…

Always a bittersweet moment when the end of NaPoWriMo comes, but stay tuned for more and thanks for coming by this month to check out the poetry and painting!

Waiting for May

The last of April has come once more
a flirtatious whirl of sun and green
uncertain moments, pleasure’s relaxation
after many rounds of shaky romance
the pleasure of sitting on brown earth
does not recede, nor is it softer but
still it’s that april-spring moment, yearly
unlooked for, unplanned, not so recognized
but unconsciously celebrated for
what it is – that moment when the earth turns
the air softens, the world holds out its arms
and again whispers come sit with me
and the body, having marked time’s passing
says, hello, don’t mind if I do. Thank you.