Dedicated to my first Nanowrimo win- The Red String. Celebrate every triumph!
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She sighed as she looked out over the turquoise water. Waves crashed at her feet and she felt the water wash over her toes. This island had been her home soon after she first encountered the Guardian, over ten years ago. The last decade had been filled with adventure and purpose—and much danger. Elizabeth had a strong feeling danger was closer than ever. Closer than the Guardian.
Don’t be afraid, she remembered.
–The Red Knot, Chpt. 9, The Job
(Nanowrimo project 2014, published 2015)
Here’s a fun song to lighten your day…
In honor of how the National Novel Writing Month people inspire writers like me to write, write, write, I’m doing a giveaway of my first NaNoWriMo success-turned novel, The Red String. I fell in love with the magic of story writing because I took this crazy-sounding challenge. The longest thing I’d ever written was a song before 2011 (my first NaNo attempt and failure). By 2012, I had a renewed vision for a story and won. I wrote 50,000 words in 30 days and then began the long process of revisions, editing, formatting, and self-publishing.
I’m participating in my fifth year with a project called “The Good Shepherd” and am past the halfway mark. Yay!
To enter the giveaway for a free ebook, all you gotta do is watch the Days of the Guardian trilogy book trailer. FYI, I made it all by myself. I happily plugged in my new Fender Telecaster and composed the background music, and honestly, I had a fun ole time.
The giveaway ends on November 30 at midnight, EST. Good luck! Remember to leave an honest review!
Kayleen and her sisters had been rescued by a group led by Aaliyah. She learned later how Aaliyah had stayed behind, following protocol, to ensure Kayleen and her siblings were not discovered by E.C.C.O. agents. She was very grateful to Aaliyah for reuniting them with their dad, Dr. Mark Yancey, and also for taking care of the Yancey’s beloved dog Lucy, by leaving her with their neighbors. She smiled at Aaliyah when she saw her false name written in pink marker, Lucy.
–The Red Cloak, Chpt. 6, The Son
(Nanowrimo project 2013, published 2014)
“Thank you for letting me borrow this beautiful bonnet, Mrs. Wickersham,” Leona said, her thin fingers caressing the black velvet lining.
Mrs. Wickersham grabbed Leona’s gray, moth-eaten bonnet from the dresser and threw it in the bin. She pressed her lips taunt. “Black is the appropriate color for a funeral. At least you have a black bonnet now. I should have ordered a black dress for you to have on hand for such ominous occasions, but one never expects death. Attending two funerals so close together is quite unusual, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Mrs. Wickersham,” the girl replied.
-“The Good Shepherd”, my work-in-progress for NaNo 2016
Budding and blooming authors, check out the National Novel Writing Month challenge! (At least look at this year’s T-shirt!)
So… my project for Nanowrimo this year is about a Shepherd, a peaceful sort of werewolf hunter. But don’t worry, she can kick butt when necessary. So an ode to the moon seemed appropriate today.
Best of luck to all the Nano-ers!
While I have chosen not to participate this year in Nano, all my fellow wild and crazy writers who have begun the journey of writing 50,000 words in 30 days get my respect and commiseration. This is my ode to you. It will be a lonely month. Drink in moderation.
Jim Butcher is doing a pep talk this year for Nanowrimo. I can hardly wait.
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