Only a handful of words left......

I just passed the 40,000-word mark and it's only day 11 in this crazy month-long literary marathon. I really feel that if work hadn't invaded, I might...just might have been able to get the word count out in a week!!!!!! And I can't tell you how unbelievable that is for me. To have a working first draft in a week is amazing and exhilarating and something I never would have thought possible for me.

My first book took a little over 3 years just to get a complete first draft. My second book, still isn't a complete first draft and it's going on 2 years. My third book, I was very proud to say, made it to complete first draft stage in just at a year.....but now this!!!!! My fourth book project and I am very close to having a complete first draft in less than a month!!!! And I actually might make it at around 2 weeks!!!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!

This has been the thrill-ride of my life and I really hope to be able to continue doing NaNovels every year for the rest of my life!!!!! NaNoWriMo rocks!!!!

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A-Z Reflections, year 4....

A-Z blogging challenge for 2014 has come and gone, seemingly without my realizing it. And, though I fell behind once or twice toward the end, I finished this year's challenge right on time. Really, I can't believe it's already over. I feel like I just finished my post for letter A... Year 4, for this blogger, was a far cry from the tortured state of despondency that was most of Year 3 -- I'll not mention the irony of this year's focus on death being easier to blog about than last year's foray into supernatural creatures, we'll leave that for my therapy sessions *ahem* As always, A-Z brought with it, not only 26 days of unbridled and far-reaching knowledge (disguised as entertaining and thought-provoking blog-posts), but a chance to connect with new faces while reconnecting with familiar faces--who had perhaps drifted away--from A-Z's past. I am always amazed by the ingenuity and inspiration that comes from lumping a couple thousand folk...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

Battle Storm...

Storm's coming, war's brewing, rolling clouds choke the light, Cannon's rumble, bodies tumble, exploding stars steal the night. The heavens clap, the battle's snap, sinking deep the wounded fall, The lightning's spark, the thunder's hawk, drinking in the warring pall. Soldiers crawl, the ranks sprawl, beneath the wall of death, Eyes clenched tight, in teeth-bared fight, bequeathed their final breath.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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