Word Count for Camp

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I have reached a word count of 36,381. While I will not finish by the ending of camp, which is July 31st, I have 38,619 words left to go for my target of 75,000 words.

I do not think the story as written so far is going to reach 75,000 words before it comes to the ending. That target will most likely be reached during rewrites.

Kudos to those who have participated and won already, or who are close to winning. And for anyone, like me, who is not going to reach their chosen goal, there’s always next time.

 

Camp NaNoWriMo: Wait For Me!

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I continue to try and find some time every day to work on my Camp NaNoWriMo project. It is a rough go at times, because I have had to contend with hot summer days with no air conditioning, a family member who has been getting regular appointments for treatment, and a lot of thinking, remembering and soul searching.

This last is because I am working on writing my memoirs. There is a lot to remember, and of course, a lot that I would prefer to forget, but is going to be written, no matter how painful or difficult it may be.

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Here is the essence of my project:

“Does a friendship have to be earned, or does it just happen? Once friends, is it for life, or only until a friendship is weakened and destroyed somehow?
Can true friends hurt one another and remain friends?
Does anyone really love? Is it possible to find one person who completes another? Or is it all a wispy dream, created by romantics who never succeed but who are too dishonest to share their sad discoveries?
I was once a romantic. I gave up on that dream. I fought to hold on but it nearly caused my death. I am here. I survived. I am a cynic. I will tell you how it happened.”

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The picture of the road at the top of this piece? That’s because the memoir focuses on the early 1970’s when hitch hiking was only dangerous and not deadly. Oh, how I traveled! It was an adventure.

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I began to work on this project by creating a short narrative with the most important points I wished to include. That in turn, led to more detailed paragraphs, which I am now writing.

I am using Scrivener this time around. I am not familiar with all it can do, but so far the basics are working fine.

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Drop That Top!

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It’s really not what you may think at first. I haven’t suddenly turned to writing adult topics. Rather, I’ve been thinking today, because of my relative’s health issues, how sometimes we put off doing things, for reasons.

Reasons such as “no time” “can’t afford it” “what would people think” “I can’t” and the old standby: “someday”.

Suppose “someday” never comes? Suppose that you miss out on creating a great memory, all because there wasn’t any time to do it? How about missing a trip somewhere, because there were other things to spend money on?

Well, my analogy is this:

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Now do you see why I said “Drop That Top?” Yes, a convertible. I am well aware that not all of us own one nor even want one. But. I used to know someone who drove a convertible. There were friends who refused to ride with the top down.

“It’ll mess up my hair.” “I don’t like the wind.” “It’s too cold.”

Always an excuse.

And so a lot of my friends missed out on that wild and fun ride.

Don’t be like them. Don’t be afraid to Drop That Top. Find the time, the money, the energy and the will to go out and try something new, do something surprising or daring. Be yourself but don’t be afraid to stretch your limits.

And so, as I tend to my ill relative, remember, nothing lasts forever. Take chances. You won’t regret it.

Camp and a Birthday and…

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It is a big day today – Canada celebrates 150 years and it is Day One of Camp NanoWriMo. I got in a good number of words today.

This photo above has nothing to do with my post except for the fact I like it.

My family member continues to take pain meds and we will learn more about radiation treatments next week.

I have little more to say at this time. I hope that all of my readers will give their loved ones and the special people in their lives an extra hug because you just never know when it will be the last time….

Happy 150th birthday Canada! I remember the Centennial. I was 14 and attending school in central Alberta. We planted trees at school and I think – think – there was a time capsule placed, in which we wrote our ideas of what life might be like in….50 years – or perhaps it was in one hundred years. Then again, perhaps I am misremembering it all.