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I’m Gonna Go For It

So, Camp NaNoWriMo is about to begin. As if starting a new job, moving to a new city, and having to change and embrace just about everything going on, I'm about to embark on a new writing project. Yowza!!! I know. I'm crazy. I can't help myself, though. I just sat down, during my first period… Continue reading I’m Gonna Go For It


It’s All About Quantity

A head start is important during the month of November when it comes to National Novel Writing Month. Getting as much written in the first few days is vital. For most people, there will come a time during the challenge where you will slow down. You'll hit a dead zone where nothing comes to you.… Continue reading It’s All About Quantity


Are You A Plotter or a Pantser?

Wowza! Can I just say how super surprised I am this year. My story, Juliet, Missing is going fantabulous. I have just over 11K words already. What is so totally different for me this year is the fact that I'm not using an outline. That is a huge difference. I mean, you have no idea… Continue reading Are You A Plotter or a Pantser?


A New Year, a New NaNoWriMo!

All this week I have been sweating bullets, racking my brain, trying to find a story idea for NaNoWriMo. Last year I got an idea just a few days before November 1st. The year before that, I dreamed something that led me to a solid story idea just four days before November 1st. And the… Continue reading A New Year, a New NaNoWriMo!


NaNoWriMo: Chapter Five

Chapter Five Five weeks and not once had Kamila seen Elizabeth anywhere. Frustration coursed through her as she took a seat in the group therapy session. Twice weekly she came here, sat through sitting to people discussing why they were angry at their cat, how their dad abused them,  and how what the government hid… Continue reading NaNoWriMo: Chapter Five


NaNoWriMo: Chapter Four

Chapter Four Lying in her tiny bed, Kamila wondered what time it was. She knew it was sometimes after five in the morning as the sun was crisping her salmon-colored blanket. Rubbing at her sore neck she considered asking for another pillow. She closed and reopened her eyes attempting to get away from her medicine-induced… Continue reading NaNoWriMo: Chapter Four