We’re five days into Camp Nanawrimo.
Last summer I wrote 50,000 words of my WIP progress, EVOLUTION, as part of CAMP NANOWRIMO 2016. Since then, I’ve added another 10,000 words.
I’d like this novel to be around 80,000 words, meaning I need to write another 20,000 words.
I had a slow start over the long weekend, as I’m guessing many of you did with the Canada Day and July 4th celebrations going on.
Today I caught up. I wrote 1,362 words this morning, bringing my total to 3,562. I’m so thrilled to so close to finishing this novel.
Part of the reason I’m so excited to be making progress, other than I’m going to finish this novel, is that we’re getting ready to launch a new software tool for writers. Feedback – A New Online Tool That Guides Fiction Writers Through A Big-Picture Story Edit.
I plan to use Feedback to perform my own big-picture edit on my WIP. I’ll spend August and September rewriting my story. Then I’ll polish it in October and be ready to start a new novel in November – of course participating NaNoWriMo to get the first 50,000 written.
If you’re finishing up a novel in Camp Nanowrimo, we plan to launch Feedback this August, just in time for you to start your rewrite and edit that first draft. Find out more at www.FeedbackForFiction.com.
Let me know how your doing this month in Camp Nanowrimo!
In case you didn’t see this on my last blog post about Camp NanoWrimo, here is an excerpt of the novel I’m writing. I’d love to know what you think.
Excerpt from my WIP.
I shut the refrigerator door for the fifth time. Why did I keep looking inside the box for answers? Food wouldn’t solve my problems.
Fatigue wrapped its heavy blanket around my shoulders, muting my strength. The sound of the grandfather clock intermixed with sleet hitting the windows in the early morning hours made me want to lie down on the kitchen floor and never get up.
The clock chimed past the time of day I now hated. A family heirloom that had belonged to my parents and before that my grandparents. Somehow I’d inherited it. My guess was my dad didn’t want the noisy contraption in his house, so when Nick and I had moved into our home on Loughborough Lake, my dad had “gifted” it to me, Jaz Cooper. Some gift.
Two weeks ago I was happy. Today, well, today was different. My stomach tightened. I wasn’t sure I could move away from the fridge. I didn’t know how to spend my time. And who would care about what I did, anyway?
I’ve never been one to feel sorry for myself. That’s not who I was, and it’s not who I would become. I bit the inside of my lip, mostly to refocus the pain in my gut. It was too early to go to work, but coffee might help.
I plodded across the empty kitchen, the floor creaking underneath me with each step, and hit the power button on the coffee maker. The timer wouldn’t go off for another two long hours.
Coffee was my new habit. Nick and I used to drink tea together. But no more. I was slowly getting used the strong aroma that wafted from the beans and to the acidy taste. It was the caffeine I needed, not a feel good drink.
Out of habit, I opened the bottom cupboard door and reached for the dog food, then my mind caught up to reality. An overwhelming sense of loss ripped at my heart. That horrible knife of pain.
I slammed the cupboard door, walked to the living room, and lowered myself into the dog bed. I curled into a ball and inhaled Bandit’s smell, like that would bring him back. At night, he used to sleep in my bed, tucked behind my knees, soothing me with his deep breathing. During the day, he’d slept here. Most of my waking hours were filled with the company of dogs. I only had Bandit as a pet, but I ran a dog training school, so I could have many dogs in my life.
Unable to bear the real reason from my grief, I focussed on the dog. I’d always known I would grow old without Bandit. Dogs owners all know that awful truth. They don’t like it, but they live with the knowledge.The dog’s loss I could handle. The other would break me.
Through the tapping of the sleet on the living room window, I heard a howl. I held my breath and listened. The wind rattled the trees beside the house and drowned out any other sound.
Another howl followed by slapping water. I shuffled to the window but couldn’t see anything. I stepped onto my porch, a mere thirty feet from the lake, and concentrated on the sound.
A bark. More slapping water.
The moon broke through the clouds, streaming light onto the lake.
A dog had gone through the ice. Without thinking, I bolted outside and ran toward the lake. My slippers stuck in the snow and were ripped from my feet. The sting of cold hurt my bare skin, but that didn’t matter. I reached the icy surface and kept running.
Daisy, the neighbor’s Great Dane, battled the edge of the ice. Her rump was underwater. Her front claws strained against the snow. Her nostrils were flared.
My heel slid across black ice, and I tumbled backward. My tail bone slammed onto the hard surface, and my elbow cracked. I rolled onto my side, then onto my stomach. I slithered forward, closer but not close enough to grab Daisy’s paws.
Daisy slipped backward and into the water. Her head dropped below the surface.
She burst through the surface, snorted water, and scraped her paws over the edge of the ice. She barked. Her nails clawed at the ice but couldn’t grip the surface. Terror in her eyes? Pleading? Whatever it was, the message was clear. Get her out of the water.
I crawled forward on my stomach, ignoring my throbbing elbow. I should have grabbed a rope. A hundred-pound, panicking dog was not going to be easy to get out of the water. Sleet soaked my back and neck. My pajama bottoms clung to my legs.
I grabbed one paw. Daisy’s nails dug into my arm, and I let go. The dog had power in her limbs. I knew I shouldn’t, but I had to get closer. I’d have to leverage her out of the water.
Her rump remained below the surface, but her head stayed above water. For now.
Another howl. Anyone listening would think I was torturing the dog. I slithered closer. I could join her. Slide past her into the water. Moments would pass, and the pain would end. But then Daisy would drown, too. Selfish.
I could pull her from the water, then drop in. The darkness below welcomed me.
The sound sliced through me. There wasn’t much time to save Daisy. One big shove with my feet, and my arms slid underneath her pits and around her shoulders. She dug her claws into the back of my neck. A warm liquid trickled across my skin. She’d cut me, but I didn’t let go.
I was living the nightmare of anyone who walked on a lake at the end of the winter season. Adrenaline pounded at my temples. My skin prickled. I felt her terror. The emotion was so strong, I gasped.
Daisy dug her claws deep into my neck and shoulders, gaining traction. She hefted herself out of the water. Her rear paws grabbed at the edge of the ice. She tumbled over my head, across my back, and away from the hole in the ice.
I knew I should get off the ice, but I couldn’t move. I lay on my back, panting. The black water called me. All I had to do was roll over and slide in.
9 thoughts on “Camp Nanowrimo: How’s your word count coming? Let me know.”
This was a very good read! The emotions of the characters, the vaguely suicidal yet non-committal urges your protagonist feels demonstrates a level of sympathy and empathy for you character that feels genuine where some writers may have easily created an uneasy melodrama. The use of taste and smell to recall memory is nice too. Humans get so used to certain smells. It’s only when the source is gone and we walk back in the door or into a room do we realize the scent we were used to is no longer there, which can be a very troubling thing that’s hard to explain when most people pride themselves on being very rational. I’ll make sure to check out more of your writing!
Hi D, Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughtful and insightful comments. It’s great to get feedback on my writing 🙂
I’m inspired by your enthusiasm and your commitment to hard work– not just work focused on your book but on software tools for writers like all of us. Thanks for keeping us posted on all of it. –kate/ c. t. collier
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Hi Kate, thanks for your enthusiasm and your encouraging words. I do like to work hard and I love to be busy. Oh…and I love to write (like we all do).
Wow! Awesome story! I love how you made it dog related.
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Thank you. I have to admit I’m a dog lover so I find it fascinating to write about them. I’ve never owned a Great Dane, but seems like it would be fun 🙂
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That’s wonderful! I’m a dog lover too! Honestly, I think having any dog is fun but yes, a Great Dane would be an experience to own!
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Thank you, Raimey.