NaNoWriMo 2015

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I am taking the plunge. But I will be cheating a bit– I need (let’s say) another 20K words for Blood Rain, and 30K for Downward Dog. So my NaNoWriMo experience won’t be focused on one project. I know it’s against the rule. I don’t care. Do you think I became a writer because I was interested in rules?! (And, yes, the edge of hysteria in the last sentence is part of the NaNoWriMo crazy that hits me every year).

The word count as of this moment (link opens a new tab)

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Other projects

Photo Credit. Used under a CC license
Photo Credit. Used under a CC license

So now that Blood Rain is winding down, what else is in the cooker?

  • A novel called Downward Dog (Intrepid yoga instructor pestered by ghosts becomes embroiled with the Cult of Anubis. She has to foil their plan to end the world)
  • Something I cannot classify yet about the city of New Westminster as seen through the eyes of pets
  • A book of essays and letters in which I complain about whatever comes to mind.

Fragment from Downward Dog

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Photo Credit Used under a CC license

Here’s a fragment from chapter two of Downward Dog. A few notes:

  • It’s in first draft form
  • Jewel,the protagonist, is kidnapped the day of her husband’s funeral and stuffed in the trunk of a car. The fragment you are about to read starts with her in the trunk.
  • Jewel is a yoga instructor. She is very physically fit. She knows how to use her strength and height to her advantage. . . in other words, Jewel is nothing like me. I say this because– as I’ve mentioned before– people assume that writers are their main characters. Here are some nice lists that demonstrate how very wrong this is:

JEWEL

  1. 28 years old
  2. Five feet, ten inches tall
  3. Fitness professional
  4. Kinesthetically aware

YOURS TRULY

  1. 47 years old
  2. Five feet, six inches tall
  3. Laughing out loud at the mere idea of “fitness”  while I sit on my roly-poly ass typing this
  4. Trips over own feet, barks shins on coffee tables, affectionately called “My Lil’ Flailer” by my partner.

Now that we have all that out of the way, the fragment . . .

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