writing
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April has come and gone much quicker than I anticipated. Sadly, with the training at the new job and other busy changes, my goals this month have been lacking. Here’s a look at how I did: Camp NaNoWriMo Camp NaNoWriMo happened for a few days this month, but mainly it fell by the wayside. Unfortunately,…
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Music and laughter flowed up from the open double doors on the gentle breeze flowing through the curtains. Josephine looked up from her studies, longing to join them, but her governess forced her back to the page. “Your handwriting is atrocious, child!” Her governess, Prudence admonished. “How do you expect your kingdom to enact your…
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December Results: Finish My NaNoWriMo 2020 Project Sadly, I did not finish my NaNoWriMo 2020 project before the end of 2020. I made great progress in November, writing a massive amount of words and getting through a good portion of plot, but progress stalled in December. What I did end up doing, no matter how…
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Someone was leaving her flowers. Beautiful, bold bouquets with all kinds of arrangements of flowers. Some of them were simple, a small arrangement of daisies and primrose and a few others that were just a few flowers, nothing massive to start. As time went on, they became more wild, more overt. Someone was trying to…
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November was a strange mix of fast and slow, creativity and drought, and work and play. It’s hard to believe it’s already over and we’re now in the last month of 2020. Here’s how my month went and how much I accomplished: November Results: NaNoWriMo NaNoWriMo 2020 went great as far as the straight challenge…
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September has come and gone in a flurry of work, writing and goals completed and not completed. I can’t believe we’re already in October and getting closer and closer to the holidays already. Here’s how I did in September. September Results: Reach the 50% mark in Ghost House Heart I wrote quite a lot in…
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Adulthood is where dreams go to die. Where the light of desires and wishes is snuffed out by the heavy demands of adulthood. Silently, they die, screams unheard between bills to pay and the green desire of more more more! Adulthood is where dreams go to die. Snuffed out in youth by the distractions of…
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The little boy soldiers rush at each other With armor of mistakes and the pain of being alone, Losing their only love, Having their hearts torn from their chests. They don’t use swords or shields, Sharp tongues and well thought out excuses their weapons. The older strikes first, The first blow with the most dangerous…
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The morning after she wakes up with a headache. Throbbing in the center of her forehead making the lights too bright, sounds too harsh, everything too painful. The night before was a dream, but the morning after is a nightmare of blurs and raucous noises that burn her brain from the inside out. The night…











