A three days long vacation

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Or is it technically four? A added the last day’s achievement of writing for the Camp WriMo early in the morning that last day, so in a way, it is four. I realize though, I have to start writing again as soon as possible, since I know, the longer I wait, it has a tendency to be harder to begin writing again. So get going, Thêa! Whether writing or not writing this evening is not an option, it is a Must Do!

What have I learned during this month of Camp-Writing? First of all! I can still do it! I still have it in me! The words, the stories, the lust, the wanting. The NEED – to write, to live in writing-mode!

I guess I’ve been scared in a way, after the burn-out. Have been afraid I would discover that I had totally lost the ability, so I didn’t even dare to try. I have told myself: ” I can’t!” And:  “I have no imagination!” And other stuff like that.
And – admit – besides the burn-out-fatigue, I’,m most certainly also a lazy-butt. Have to be pushed, sometimes, to start doing things…
(hmmm… adhd…)

I discovered I can write in a different way from how I wrote earlier. That I can sit there and just write, don’t edit, don’t aim for writing the story chronologically, from page One to page Whatever! But every day just start writing something and then let the inspiration flow! Don’t think too much, don’t try to control everything, just let it comes whatever will come, and don’t stop to check or correct or anything.
Some smaller editing I had to do along the way, though. Correct spelling, for example, couldn’t go on when I saw I spelled something wrong. And each day’s session when finished, I added to Grammarly to see what it had in mind for me. But the next day – new writing.

Sometimes I read a little bit here and a little bit there, just to remind where the characters were and what they were doing, and when there was about a week remaining, I read all of it. And added 1056 words while doing that.

I found…a lot of telling, to change into showing…..
a lot of seeds to saw…
a lot of questions, to be answered…
And all those …MATTERS… that will stay where they are for the time being.
There is so much more to be written before I start the real editing work. I don’t have even half of a novel yet. Ten percent???
But I have ideas… and hunches… and have been presented to a couple of surprises while writing. It’s amazing when a new character shows up, just out of the blue.

COLD FEET!
Yes! I feel that too. Will I really be able to not only continue writing pieces and scenes to this story but also managed to mix all this into a good, readable story? With living characters, exciting events, a bit of humor here and there – on the whole – create a story that can catch the reader? (That is – Me!  HAHAHAHA!)

Never mind…Okay!!!!!
The answer to the question: “Will I ever…” is: “No, you won’t if you don’t try.”
NO! STOP! Change that! – Change it to: “Just do it!

A cool note: I checked how many words I wrote now... 551

Camp WriMo finished!

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And I feel sooooo good!!!

Wrote 400+ words late yesterday evening, finished only a few minutes before midnight, but decided to wait until today until adding the word account on the Camp WriMo site.

This morning I read the text through, changed a couple of word choices and added a couple of sentences. Then I added the last scene to the manuscript, counted all of it, and validated it on the Camp.

Winner? Am I a winner? Of course, I am! I reached my goal and even wrote a bit more!

Have been pondering earlier… before I entered this camp…
… in that sense, everyone that reaches his or her goal – is a winner!
It can’t be any other way, can it?

I’ve read sometimes, that “I am the winner of NaNoWriMo in year 20XX!” Like if there were only one winner. How much difference is there between the NaNo and the Camp? If there could be only one winner – what would the criteria for that be then?

It can’t be because it’s an excellent text, or a fantastic idea – no one over there will ever know since they don’t read it, other than – maybe – what we might have published on the Project info and Camper info pages. Even more stupid if the winner would be the one that finishes first… That would be totally rubbish! This is not a contest to see who finishes first.

Anyhow! I’m the winner in my own world, and I’m very proud of myself. Never thought I could write every day about something I didn’t even have a clue about in the beginning; and reach the goal of 24 000 words; and finish four days before the deadline.

Even though I got very tired in the end, I have also had so much fun exploring this story. And there is a lot more to come to this. So many more questions to be answered. So many more seeds to crop.
So much more work to do… 😀

What is the number of words then, that I’m bragging about, now when finished these 24 000 + ones. Due to myself – Scrivener and also a graph in an Excel-file – I have written 24 159 words.
Validated on Camp WriMo – it’s very odd – it says I’ve written 24 226 words! I really wonder, where those 67 words have come from!
Maybe Camp counts words like “long-legged” as two words, while Scrivener and Grammarly count them as one?

Anyhow! I don’t mind! 67 words in a novel are merely more than a handful of sand in Sahara.

Now it will be great to relax a bit, and write something else but contributions to that story, like a blog post or two. But I guess it won’t be long until I sit here again with Jaycee, Bill, the Judge, and the others.

The Judge, by the way, is the character in focus in this scene I wrote late yesterday evening. It’s fun when you discover other sides of a personality, especially when it also reviles he/she too are manipulated and threatened by “The Tribe”, like several others in this story. And I have yet no idea who or what this “Tribe” is!
Must find out! 😀

 

And now I’m awaiting Diana’s writing prompt for May… 😀

Friday evening

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Not that late though. Only 6.30PM… and it will probably be at least 7.30 before I’ve finished writing this post. Or 8.30… or…

Only 4 days left

Oooops! As if I haven’t done enough writing lately! I’m really good at my Camp-story. Earlier today I wrote like circa 1000 words or so of really lousy writing. A lot of Telling, and almost no Showing. Mostly babbling. Like now. On the other hand – I’m about to know my characters very well! Not all seemingly evil beings, are only evil. Except for the Judge, maybe… But he might surprise me as well! Who knows? (Me?)

(the image here is just for fun, and more like a placeholder)

Then I kept on writing. I just couldn’t stop there I thought, when I have so little left writing to do. And what do you know!!! The last 150 – 200 words or so, there I just got it, and I finished the last sentence in a kind of chock!

No! I didn’t finish the number of words that was my April goal! (But almost though) It was that last paragraph that revealed something I certainly hadn’t expected. It was sooooo gooooood!!!
I’m pondering now, whether I shall write more today or not, but I think not. Today’s work did render me 1275 words, which means I now in total have written 23745 words, which in turn means I have only 255 words left to write!

Am I good or am I good!!!

Some of what I’ve written came out really good almost at the first try. Some are good. Some are really lousy, and the rest – are more or less bla bla bla. Telling, not showing. But I think I can use most of it, maybe everything in some way or another – after some earnest rewriting.
What is fun, really a turn-on actually, is that there are so many clues in the story that I just have to explore. And almost every one of them just popped up, by themselves as it seemed!

But for now, I’m really tired. Not of the story itself, but especially the last week have felt that I have nothing more in me. Have had no idea at all what to write, and have really wanted a couple of days off. But I have been writing anyway, and got really amazed when it actually came words out from me!

Okay! It’s been tiring to have to write every day, but to be honest – that wasn’t the major cause of the recent fatigue. The week before Easter I had a lot to do, more than usual. One – I was driving my grandson three mornings out of four – AND – fetched him in the afternoons all four days. (His mom, the hairdresser, had a lot lot lot to do that week.)

Anyway! I. Don't. Do. MORNINGS! 

So now you know. Bad sleeping. Tired tired tired! And on top of that, I’ve been very sloppy with my eating habits for a couple of weeks now. Too little greens and too big portions of pasta, bread and such. But worst of all – I’ve been eating cheese! And been buying those delicious Café Lattes. AND I tried eating the real goat cheese stuff – the brown one – since I read somewhere that if you can’t eat products made of cow milk, you might be able to eat products made of goat milk. And I LOVE that brown cheese!  Have always!

It’s just that I shouldn’t have…. eaten… all that… PLUS what I stuffed myself with on Easter Sunday when we were visiting my youngest daughter and her family for Easter lunch (et cetera). Lots of eggs, and sausages, and that awful Swedish specialty made of raw fish. And I don’t mean Sushi…

Today I’ve begun feeling better again, not that deadly tired any longer – and I really do hope I’ve learned the lesson now. This isn’t the first time, you know…

And now it’s 7:30 PM – seems to be a personal record in “fast writing in English”…. Is that due to all the Camp writing where you have to ignore what you have been writing to be able to keep on writing… ?)

At 7:35 today, April 26, 2019 – Quite a graph, aha…

 

Panicking!

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Not that long ago, I wrote a short story. (Haven’t we all…) Well! This particular one has come to my mind several times lately. It would probably do very well as a kind of Post Scriptum, or epilogue, to my “Eclipse”-story. It’s not particularly long, only 719 words –
But written in Swedish..
So I’ll have to translate it…

Okay! Let’s do it! I thought and tried to find it among my other short stories.

Couldn’t find it!!  – iiiooooiiiiiooooooiiiii – panic PANIC!!!!

Where is it???
I searched everywhere. I couldn’t remember the title I had given it, you see. So I searched for pages-documents, pdf-documents, scrivener-documents…The only thing I was sure of – it couldn’t be written in a word-document.

PANIC PANIC!!!

Then it hit me! The external hard drives! I have several, and among those, there are two quite big ones. The first one, a 2 TB (Terabytes), mostly movies, but it has also a folder with images/photos. Didn’t check that folder out, though. Wonder how many images/photos I can find there, and how old they are?
I thought it also should have been a folder with my writings there – but no. I’m sure it has been, though not any longer.
The other one then! The one with room for the Time machine! Oh, you who have a Mac must know what I mean by that. It’s for BACK-UPS!!!! (Which I don’t do often enough)

Okay! In there it is room for 3 TB, so I thought there would be more than just the backups! There wasn’t, but okay okay! Back-ups are good!!!
Two main folders. One from the iMac I don’t have any longer, and in there was nothing available. It wasn’t possible to open “Documents” and there was no “User”. Doesn’t matter – could very well delete the iMac folder anyway.

The MacBook folder then? OH yes! Oh yes! There were folders alright!!! But in which one was the biggest chance to find the file I was looking for? When did I write this in the first place? Probably in 2015. Remember the circumstances and where I was at that time.

Nothing in the first folder I opened – too new. Nothing in the second – too old. But in the third, or if it was the forth, THERE IT WAS!!!!

Oh my god oh my god THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

It is a good one, you see, this story. And it would so much fit in to “The Solar Eclipse”, and why on earth have I deleted it sometime? Must have been a mistake!

I also found other short stories that I had missed and wondered about. Where are they! And why have they been missing? What did I do when I did it???

I just say this, and I’ll only say it once (at least for now):
MAKE SURE YOU DO BACKUPS ON YOUR IMPORTANT STUFF!!
And preferably to more than one place.

So, now I’m working on translating this short story, and you surely know by now what I think about that kind of job. (I hate dislike it very much)

But it is as it is! All for the good of writing!

Also today, my friends!

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Today, I didn’t reach 1000 words, but close enough! 967 of them. It’s okay! Though I didn’t think it was a particular good scene. And not until circa 500 words along the path, it started to feel like a flow again.

Though everything doesn’t have to be tip-top at the first draft. It seldom is anyway – or more or less. Some texts are good almost immediately.

Yesterday I wrote 1165 words. Thought the whole thing was lousy. But when I read that scene today, it wasn’t that bad after all. Need of course some editing, deleting unnecessary words, and so on. Can do! But not know.

Todays? Well, the second half is okay – and can be of good use as well as yesterday’s “failure”.

On the whole – I’m still satisfied, pleased and happy. And eager to continue writing tomorrow. Have nothing booked for tomorrow – other that I really should clean up a bit here.

Camp WriMo – Update

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Thursday, April 18 – and the day before Easter. My concern right now, is when and if  I’ll have time to write anything on Sunday, since we are having a family meeting then. Mixed feelings, in other words.

You see, my writing for Camp WriMo has exceeded my anticipation hugely. Yesterday’s contribution made me almost reach my first goal, 15 000 words. To be exact, that day I scored 14 943 words. In 17 days, I reached my original goal, you could say.
Yesterday was also the day I wrote the most. 1 651 words.

A week ago I raised my goal to 21 000 words, and yesterday I raised it again to 24 000. And I am a bit ahead of myself.

It’s hard to remember how things were 10-15 years ago. I know I wrote a lot during 2006 – 2012, but it seems like I’ve increased something in me now. Like I’m letting go even more freely now, and kind of surrender myself to the story, It just comes by itself, it seems, and find its way through me, from somewhere bigger than I, and down onto the computer. I just love the process and handing me over like this. When writing the first words, not knowing what will happen next, and then just follow it along.

I also think I’ve re-found my own tone now. I’m recognizing that humorous undertone, quirky personalities, and odd dialogs. Really glad that this is still in me. Being a part of me.

Soon, very soon now, I’ll begin to write today’s scene, or scenes, don’t know yet what it will be or how much. I will exceed 1000 words though, hopefully even pass 1500 – that I have decided. Oh! This is so exciting!

If you haven’t already, why not read This scene!?

The Accused

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“And you are Mephisto Suleiman the third?”
The voice was harsh and had a very distinct Scottish accent.
“The forth, your Honor.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“I’m Mephisto Suleiman the forth, my Lordship. Suleiman the third was my father, may he rest in peace.”

The auditorium in where this took place, was huge, cold and dark. Old mahogany climbed the walls all the way up to the roof, and the benches that filled the floor looked more like coffins than anything else. The windows, there were actually windows on all four walls, but they were small, and placed very high up, just under the roof. Besides, they were awfully dirty. Like if they hadn’t been washed for at least 500 years. And they probably weren’t.

The long-legged man stood on his knees in front of the counter where the judge was proceeding. He bowed deeply and crossed his heart when mentioning his since long dead and buried father.
“Ts ts details, details,” the judge said. “Don’t bother about details. You misplaced the key, didn’t you.”
“It was stolen, your Highship, someone got in, found it and took it.”
“Just as I said, you were careless and misplaced it, otherwise it hadn’t been stolen. Am I right or am I right?”
“Oh, my Divine Holiness. Of course, you are right. I’m so sorry, so sorry…”
“Ts ts details, details.” The judge waved away the words that were pouring out from the mouth of the man kneeling before him.
“So! You did misplace the most important item in this city, didn’t you? Yes or no?”
“Yes, your Honour. I am so sorry, Your Honour, I did misplace the key, I did!”

The long-legged man called Suleiman the forth whimpered, as he now had sunk into himself as a lump of clothes and with his forehead almost touching the floor.
“Ts ts, details, details.” the judge said and started coughing like as if he was trying to get rid of his lungs. His cheeks turned red and the long but meek beard on his chin trembled.

“And what do we do now?” he continued after a while, and poked the long-legged man with a long pointer he had found beside him on the counter.
The long-legged man twitched and began to stutter.
“I.. I.. d..d..d..dodon’t know, Sire. What do.. do we do? Go find it?”
“That would be an idea to do dodo do”, the judge nodded and tried to hide a miniscule smile. “But don’t you think you need to be punished first?
“Punished, your Lordship?”
“Yes! Punished! Don’t you think it would be appropriate with a punishment when a crime has been committed?”
“Crime, Sire? What crime?”
“What crime??? The key has been stolen and you ask ‘What crime’? The theft of course! Aren’t you responsible for the theft?”
The long-legged man was now bathing both in sweat and tears. Maybe in a little blood as well.
“B.. b… but I….!”
“But what???”
“I…I… but I… I didn’t steal it, Sire!”
“Ts ts, details, details. You had been delegated the honor of keeping the key safe, and now you tell me you aren’t responsible for its disappearance?”
“There was some thief… who broke in… and found it…”
“YEEES”, the judge said with a slow, dark voice. “And you hadn’t hidden it well enough. So you are responsible for the loss, aren’t you? Yes or no!”
“Yes, your Honor.”

The long-legged man couldn’t fight that logical piece of argumentation any longer. No matter how he tried to reason with his point of view, the fact was there, starring in his eyes. He hadn’t hidden the key well enough. And he had been sloppy, not carefully been locking the entrance door, also when he was in the tower.
“Well, well, Mr. Suleiman the whatever. Finally, you see it my way. So what do you suggest we will do about it then? No, of course, what you will do about it. I won’t do anything. Unless… maybe… I should hang you immediately?”
“Oh, no, please your Highwordy…”
“Heh heh,” the judge grunted. “So, I have become a Highwordy as well. Is that a compliment?”
The long-legged man went alternately red and white, and simultaneously he seemed to be smaller.
“Well! No compliment and no suggestion from your side, what we shall do about this. Then, I decide all by myself! I give you three days and three nights to find this thief of yours and get the key back. And If you fail – I’ll kill you myself. With my bare hands!”

When the judge left the room he seemed extremely pleased with himself. He chuckled and twisted his meek beard around his forefinger. Now he would go home and have a good steak with his wife that she had been cooking for him, and to that, he would have a couple of nicely chilled ginger beer. And in a couple of days, he would hang that odd man, who was rather looking like a cricket. Sulei… something… the forth, the last.
He rubbed his hands against each other and smiled. He so looked forward to that day.