Hey Mom, look what I did!

Scout

Look at that sweet face…what a little doll!             Or maybe not…

Came home from work…toilet paper completely unwound from a nearly full roll of TP…wrapped around the stool…multiple times.  Someone had fun while I was working hard today.

Camp NaNoWriMo Winner, June 2012

Winner’s badge

I’m so excited!  I validated my word count today and am now officially a winner in the Camp NaNoWriMo June, 2012 challenge!  I read over what I’d written today, made a few changes, added another chapter, then copied and pasted it to be validated….and then I got this nifty badge and printed out a very cool looking certificate that I’m most definitely going to frame.  And, in case you all haven’t heard enough about all of this, I just signed up for the August camp…I may be crazy, but I’m thinking I can write a sequel and actually end up with something publishable by late winter.  Wouldn’t that be something?  And a little bonus to finishing this…maybe now I can actually finish some of those short stories  that I started posting and didn’t manage to see through to the end.

I did it!

camp nanowrimo t-shirt

camp nanowrimo t-shirt (Photo credit: wynlok)

Celebration!  I am now over 50,000 words in my novel for the Camp NaNoWriMo challenge!  I’m planning to read through all of it tomorrow, then copy and paste it to have the word count validated.  How about that? I managed to do it with a few days to spare~  Is that not just about the coolest thing ever?

I keep reminding myself that there’s still a lot more work to be done before I actually have a novel in my hands, but to have managed to sit down and write over 50,000 words in 27 days is something I never imagined I could do!  (And for those of you wondering about the exact word count…it stands at 50,145 today…I understand that the total may be higher or lower when it’s validated, but still…).  Anyhow, I’m feeling kind of proud tonight…like, wow!  I really am a writer!

Neighborhood park

I’m so thankful that I live in a city that values green space.  There are several really nice parks in town and one of them happens to be within walking distance of my house.  I went there to walk around the other day..probably would have spent more time had it not been in the 90s!

Tired? Sit a spell…

Now what kind of scary tale can I concoct in these woods?

46,000+ words!

Wow…who in the world would ever have thought I’d be able to write that many words in 25 days?  Not me, for sure!  Another 4,000 words and I’ll be a NaNoWriMo winner…Camp NaNo, that is…still not sure I’ll be able to do it in November when I’m working so darn much…but I’m going to finish this month’s camp, then there’s another camp in August.  I’m definitely going to do that one too.  And who knows?  I just may end up with a completed novel out of all of this!

Tomorrow I’m going to try to finish Tim and Maria’s story…just couldn’t carve out the time to do it tonight.  Working a full-time job sure does put a crimp in my writing time!!  But…gotta pay those bills somehow, right?

Well, little Scout just climbed up my leg and I guess that’s my signal that I need to pay a little attention to her…after I staunch the flow of blood…just kidding…this time!

I almost forgot…I was doing receiving at work this afternoon and opened up this huge box.  Once I moved the packaging away to see what was inside it, I thought it was delivered to us by mistake…nope, looked at the box…it had our store name and number on it.  Couldn’t figure out who would send us a huge gift basket of baked goodies…then I saw the little enclosure.  It was a gift for our store for coming in second in the zone in an email collection contest…cool!

Basket o’ goodies

Camp NaNo, day 24

Well, I’m approaching that 50,000 word mark…at 44,265 after today’s writing.  Again, I’m not sure how much of this would be publishable, but at least I’ve gotten into the habit of writing regularly.

I decided to take a break from Tim and Maria today…really tired after work today and wanted to get in a good writing session for NaNo.  Now I’m not able to focus on developing that short story.  Thinking about going to bed soon…very soon…

Still haven’t decided on a name for the kitten…thinking of Scout…what do you think?

Is it safe?

Ye Olde Tyme Dry Goods Market, II

English: Photograph of a cleaver. Deutsch: Fot...

English: Photograph of a cleaver. Deutsch: Fotografie eines Hackbeils (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Maria grips Tim’s arm, “Uh…Tim…”  When Tim glances at Maria, he notices that his usually outspoken, brash fiancée is pale and trembling.   Out of the corner of his eye he catches sight of movement.  He pulls his gaze away from Maria’s frightened face and tries to make sense of what he sees.  The old man is now behind the counter, holding a meat cleaver in his right hand, swinging it back and forth.  WHACK!! The old man pulls the meat cleaver back up and brings it whistling down, easily slicing the piece of meat that’s sitting on the old wooden counter.   He quickly pushes that piece of meat to the side and picks up a large hunk of some sort of meat, throws it on the table and begins methodically slicing it.  When he raises his arm to make another cut, blood drips from the razor-sharp edge of the cleaver.

Maria, whimpering, her hand covering her mouth, takes a step back only to be startled by a pair of hands roughly grasping her upper arms.  She spins around, breaking the hold, only to be met by the bottomless dark eyes of the old woman.   Maria moves closer to Tim, not taking her eyes from the older woman.  When she hears the screen door hinges squeal and then the door slam, she breathes a sigh of relief.  Thank goodness someone else is in the store now.  This is just way too creepy.

Tim looks at Maria when he hears the heavy footsteps making their way across the uneven floor.  He shares Maria’s feelings of relief.  He won’t ever admit this to anyone, but over the past few minutes, he believed they had walked into a horror movie, a real-life horror movie.  A dark old building full of squeaks and groans, the strange elderly couple, the meat cleaver, the bloody apron, the weird way the old people could move without making a sound.  The only thing missing was the scary soundtrack.  He chuckles, feeling silly for thinking these old folks would wish to do them harm.  Or even be capable of doing them harm, as old as they are.  Tim shakes his head as he shares a smile with Maria.

Holding hands, Tim and Maria side step around the old woman, anxious to get a glimpse of their rescuer.  When they walk past the end of the aisle, they look toward the front of the store.  Their gazes rake from side to side, not finding anyone else in the store.  They quickly look at one another with looks of disbelief.  And when they hear that same heavy, even tread approaching them from the back of the store, they quickly decide to make a hasty retreat.  As they near the door, it slowly begins inching its way  open, a loud drawn-out squeak hurting their ears. They stop, not sure what to do now, only wanting to get out of this place, to get far away from this town.  As the door opens the rest of the way, Tim thrusts Maria behind him…

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