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#NaNoWriMo Wed Update 2
Seven days into the project and I have just about managed to write every day. The last couple of days I’ve felt pretty tired but I had a really good day at #GollanczFest on Saturday including a 3,700 writing spree on my early morning train journey. The journey back was…Noisier.
My writing set up on the train
Tuesdays I don’t work so I was hoping to get a bit more of a head start but I went into super procrastination mode and started tidying all my papers. I call this a win because I’ve been meaning to do that for ages, and I managed to squeeze in the daily word target after. I’ve decided that I’m using this month more to get into a more general habit of writing daily rather than writing huge amounts at once. Although if that happens I’ll take it because the key advice from Saturday was 1) Get it Written 2) Then Get it Right.
My writing stats so far. How’s your NaNoWriMo challenge going?
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#NaNoWriMo Wed Update 1
1st November. 1st day of Nano. 1st 1887 words done.
On target. That’s better than I’ve achieved the last few attempts.
I think it helped that I’d outlined roughly what should happen in scenes. Maybe I should try and continue with my Plantsing habits.
I’ll update next Wednesday.
How did you all get on?
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Sandmare
Happy Halloween 👻 🎃 everyone – here’s a nice creepy piece of short fiction I wrote a while back. Hope you enjoy!!!
Sandmare
That’s what he saw first on his early morning jog over the dunes. Their feet.
At first he thought he might have interrupted something private, something that is usually and more comfortably best achieved indoors. Their feet were intertwined, touching toe to toe. On hers were two silver toe rings in twisted metal. He apologised then to their twisted faces. Eyes open they looked into each other’s eyes and saw forever and nowhere all at once.
He was not ashamed to scream as the crab scuttled over her hand. His dog lurched forward to lap at the dried blood that had once been dripping down from the gunshot between her eyes. The man was worse, his shot was through the mouth up into his brain. The congealed mess and sound of the dog’s lapping made him feel sick and he vomited.
Turned away from the scene he knelt in the sand no longer able to stand. He dialled 999 all the while trying to think of his response to ‘What’s your emergency?’ When the question came, he vomited again and spat out, ‘They’re both dead. Beach. Come quick.’
He spotted the gun then, in the man’s hand, and wondered if the girl had had a choice in this or if she had just been on her dream date watching a beautiful sunset with her lover.
When he heard the siren’s wail he wept and his dog, inquisitive and drawn to his sobs came close, nuzzled up and licked his tears.
kirstyes 