I haven’t had the best start to Camp Nanowrimo.
Life is like that sometimes. Especially my life. I’d been planning for weeks to work on a YA novel I’ve (barely) started: working title “Beyond” during Camp.
But I wasn’t feeling it. I was feeling a murder mystery.
So I switched over to one I’ve already started set in Galena, Illinois. But I wasn’t feeling that one either.
So I started on a new idea. The time is the present, but one of the characters is stuck in the days of the black and white film noir. His hero is Philip Marlowe. It’s told in first person by his girl Friday.
I love film noir. Femme fatale. Men in suits and fedoras, women in dresses with jaunty hats pinned just right to complete their ensemble.
But for this novel all I have is the germ of an idea, not a fully fleshed plot, so now it’s the third day of Camp and I’ve got a whopping 35 words done. I set a goal of 1,000 words a day, so by the end of today I should have 3,000.
I think I need some inspiration. Time to turn on a Bogie and Bacall flick.
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My book My Crazy Blind Date Blog’s campaign is live as of today. I have 30 days for people to nominate my book. Here’s the link if you’d like to help me out: https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/2NGH545J6S7OT
Thank you! 🙂
Seems a little early for camp, doesn’t it? April? But Camp Nano is a different kind of camp.
No canoeing, hiking, or swimming, over at Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) April 1st marks the beginning of online writing camp. They’ll be off and running for the whole month of April and repeat the experience in June.
And I’ll be joining them.
If you’ve ever wanted to write, but didn’t want to commit to the 50,000 word goal required in November, then Camp is a way to dip your toe in the writing lake. You set your goal, be it lines, words, and even hours editing.
The support you receive from fellow writers is what makes Camp different. Hop over to the site and have a look around. http://campnanowrimo.org
If coffee had a bestie, it would be the doughnut. “The” doughnut is to be savored; it is to be treated as a precious thing. Think Lord of the Rings precious (I know I do whenever someone mentions that word). Now, maybe you’re with my mom, Ann, on the whole doughnuts shouldn’t be sweet idea. I wholehearted disagree with that. I have summoned every fiber in my diabetic cells to revolt against a sugar-less doughnut. Aren’t you just eating a tire-shaped roll? They have padded cells for people who don’t like sweet doughnuts, and while you slip on the straight jacket, I’ll be eating my chocolate and sprinkled-covered cholesterol buster. You should choose a side; wars have been fought over less.
I don’t have to have the Taj Mahal of doughnuts every time I eat one. Why should I load down a perfectly good cake doughnut (a.k.a. old-fashioned at the creme de la creme Dunkin’ Donuts) with frosting and sprinkles when it’s yummy just the way it is? And in spite of the name, don’t dunk your doughnuts. That’s just wrong. Even if Clark Gable did it in It Happened One Night.
All I read was old-fashioned.
Like Casablanca was old-fashioned!
Remember how moms always needs the last word? Yeah…
If moms need the last word, then why did you actually write the last word?
“Last” would mean you wouldn’t still be writing!
I’m the administrator of this site, and I’m out of here. There’s a doughnut with my name on it.
You know how people and their dogs sometimes look alike? I think we take on our dogs’ personalities, too. Sometimes. And yes, I’m talking about me.
Coffee is poisonous to dogs. I’ve warned my husband about this numerous times. In spite of this, he insists on letting Lovie, our red dachshund lick his coffee mug after he finishes his morning brew. She’s a darling long/short hair mini mix. Okay, she’s really a tweenie because she’s gained too much weight, but haven’t we all?
Now she’s as addicted as I am to coffee. Leave an unguarded cup in her vicinity, and she will happily finish it for you.
That’s her innocent look. It’s totally believable, isn’t it?
I had her in mind for the doggy character of Franky in my romantic mystery Bait 4 a Trap. Franky is not only heroine Maddie’s pet; he’s also her confidant.
He does have a slight coffee fetish. Maddie, the human does too, but in Bait 4 a Trap the universe seems to be determined to help her kick this addiction.
Click on the link below for a preview to this fun read.
Pieces of my mind – but it was taken. Boy was it taken.
All the things I’ve learned – it would be a short blog.
Life’s a journey – yeah, yeah, we’re all on a journey. Tell me something I don’t know.
So we named our blog Coffee Confusion, because without the coffee there wouldn’t be any writing, or thinking, or talking…
Life is more confusing without coffee, unless I’ve had six cups, then it’s really confusing. Okay, with or without coffee it’s all confusing. But it’s better with coffee.
So while Descartes was all about “I think therefore I am,” I am more of a “I drink therefore I am.” And what I drink is coffee.
But what it all comes down to (besides coffee) is “I write, therefore I am.” In fact, I figure out what I am by writing.
So you’re welcome to join us. If you’re like me, you get jealous when you read of people drinking coffee, so grab a cup if you’re not over your limit for the day.
We blame it on the coffee. Some people might called our personalities flawed, but after a few cups of Joe, we don’t care. “We” are two normal, coffee addicts. We live life, but only through the fog of a few fog-lifters. We are women, so our posts might be a little erratic (if you’re reading this, you’re probably on the same hormonal page, so no worries). We love what we do-or we would if we could only remember what we did. Most of our days are a blurred rerun of flashing colors disbursed between cups of (you guessed it) coffee. The most popular and our only drug of choice will be a frequent and familiar friend in our posts as we wax eloquent with the everyday tirade. So sit back and enjoy the inner warmth of our words as the steam from your cup warms you on the outside. Just kidding, we are not that nice.