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Saturday, July 27, 2013
July 27th Challenge
it’s Christina –
morning y’all. If you happen to live in my part of the country, you woke to the
most glorious day. The sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, there is
no humidity and there is even a tiny nip in the air. I think it’s about 65 right
now. I always think it’s funny. When it hits 65 in March or April, it’s
down-right balmy, and now 65 is a little chilly. What silly creatures we are.
The hip got better
and I was able to write yesterday. I have about 7,000 words to go and four days
to do it. That’s 1,750 a day. As soon as I stopped stressing Corporate Blues
wouldn’t be done at 50K and my real
goal was 85K, I started feeling much better. Who cares if it isn’t done. The
challenge wasn’t to complete an entire book, it was to get 50K words done in a
month, and I can do it, no sweat. I am kind of hoping to tell the NY publisher
who is calling me on August 20th that it was finished though.
Hopefully I will be able to.
So, did you figure
out where the picture from yesterday’s challenge was taken? You’ll get to find
out in my challenge response, but that doesn’t mean that is where the photo
should have taken you. It may have inspired something completely different,
Nova Scotia, a vacation memory, into the past or future, or perhaps to another
planet. I’d wish you would post so I can see where it did take you.
Your Last Challenge was:
I pressed my face to the glass, stared
out of the plane’s tiny window as tears
trickled down my cheeks. The sense of coming home overwhelmed me. I know it’s
silly and unfathomable to most, considering I wasn’t born here and I had only
visited once before, but Ireland calls to me like a siren to a weary sailor.
The feeling that this is where I belong makes me give serious consideration to
the possibility of previous lives. Why else would this foreign country feel so
much like home to me? A feeling, if I was being honest, I never really felt in
my “real” home.
I’ve often tried to discuss Ireland,
but if the person has not visited Ireland before, it is an exercise in
futility. They don’t believe that it actually shimmers when you see it from the
air or the green is so green it hurts your eyes, like a blue, blue sky in the
summer. They don’t understand walking through the ruins of a five hundred year
old crofter’s cottage and still being able to feel the families who had once
lived there, around you.
I honestly could go on about Ireland
for hours, because I do love it so and it really does feel like home to me, but
alas, I only had ten minutes to write. I will be participating in the official
NaNoWriMo in November (it’s going to be a neat trick with the holiday, but you’ve
already guessed I was a glutton for punishment), and I will be writing a story
which takes place in Northern Ireland. The best way to describe the story would
be a modern fairytale romance, completely different from the other
stories I’ve written. Stay tuned, I’m sure I’ll tell you more about it in the
months to come and I may even ask for help with the title.
OK, off to camp. I have a lot of
writing to do before the house wakes up. Have a great day!
Next Challenge is:
The fair’s in town.
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.