2019 Camp NaNoWriMo Update // week 1

A week has passed and I’m back!

Besides having a sore throat and only getting in 61 words the first day, NaNo has been going pretty well! I made up for the slow start the next day and have been keeping up for the most part.

I actually started writing this novel before I decided to use it for Camp NaNoWriMo, so I had 3271 words already so technically the rough draft for my novel, 51, is currently 9118 words long. However, that doesn’t count towards my 50,000 in a month goal.

This means I have to constantly practice my subtraction skills, but on the bright side! I’m getting faster at deducing 3271 from a given amount. 😉


 

{this week’s stats}

Day 1: 61 words

Day 2: 3307 words

Day 3: 1954 words

Day 4: 525

Today: none yet, but hopefully lots. (:

Total: 5847 words

 


 

{favorite sentence written this week}

With what I have so far with this project it was hard to choose a favorite. Last year for NaNoWriMo I had too many options to pick from. Snippets of dialogue like “Some people are better observed from afar,” and “The buttons are calling,” fought for that special award.

But this week, no sarcastic or eccentric characters have been released into my main character’s life.

Yet. 😉

Anyways, here’s what I picked out: “Like dust that blows and settles, so can a life be stirred with the winds of change.”


 

{life}

I got another plant! Actually three new ones.

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From left to right: Priscilla, Ferdinand, and Isabella

I also volunteered at my local library for the first time!

It was strangely relaxing. Just me shelving books in a quiet building for an hour and a half. A very a nice break little break from the rush of school and NaNoWriMo.

I even had some extra time, so I picked up and read through The Letters of Father Christmas by J.R.R. Tolkien.

It was amazing and so sweet. 100% recommended. 🙂


 

{poetry}

And finally, April is national poetry month, and so I thought I would share some with you.

I’d say that my poetry typically falls under two different categories: thoughtful and serious, resulting from when I sit to think something through, or silly and playful, inspired by something I’ve experienced with younger siblings.

My Shadow falls under the latter category, and I wrote it last year, when I experimented a lot with limerick-type patterns.

I hope you enjoy!


 

My Shadow

There is a little person,

Who follows me around,

Both day and night,

Both left and right,

Without a single sound.

 

I tried to hide away from him,

And underneath the bed,

But with the light,

It was still bright,

And so he followed where I led.

 

I hadn’t given up yet,

I’d lose him in the woods,

Ran back and forth,

Both south and north,

But he was quick and good.

 

Giving up and very mad,

I showed him to my mother

But she just sighed:

And then replied:

“Timmy dear! Sam just likes his big brother!


 

The Mountain |a poem

The mountain grows beyond my reach,

It jags up, scaling high,

It’s nature’s tower built of stone,

And sculptured toward the sky.

With moss and trees and fields of green,

Where deer and bears do home,

With caves and trails and such fun things

Through which we long to roam.

What secrets lie within its paths?

What joys are there to find?

What quiet beauties wait our search,

To wander through the pines?

In silence soak in solitude,

Taste the peacefulness,

Among the mountains I shall go,

To seek my prayers and rest.

The Ballad of the Hungry Poet

I don’t normally rant about food. But ranting about it in poetry form? What could possibly be better than that? 😉 

Last year during NaNoWriMo, I needed a break and asked a writer-friend for a premise for a poem. This is what she gave me:

“Write a comedic poem about someone who’s really hungry and thinking about all sorts of food, but who is too lazy to get up off the couch and make lunch.”

And thus I set out on my quest, writing the largest piece I ever have on food.

Enjoy!


 

The Ballad of the Hungry Poet

 

My stomach growls and I begin to dream,

Of banana splits and chocolate ice-cream,

Some celery sticks and popcorn strings,

And many peanut butter covered things.

 

Of pies and meats and sugar sweets,

Of juicy pears in giant heaps.

I look across the room and see,

The kitchen shining heavenly.

I can smell the food that sits in there,

Hear it’s taunting call haunt through the air.

 

Ah food! A glorious thought that makes me shiver,

Baked beans, broccoli steamed, and cooked liver,

Bring them to me please, I beg you!

How I long to taste them all anew.

 

But the couch is such a comfort – so soft!

Why would I leave such a comfy loft?

But then, there’s pizza in the microwave,

The beeping signal it loudly gave.

Think how the cheese must melt so,

And how rich and tasty that would go.

The soft and warm bites I could take,

Now what a meal, that would make!

 

But the pillow is so soft and sweet,

That props my legs up and my feet,

Could I leave such a dreamy chair,

From it how could I myself tear?

 

My head is cradled by the cushions here,

My food is calling me to draw near,

To make some lunch,

For me to munch,

For me to crunch,

For me to cup in my hands.

To savor every little crumb of food

But then, I sigh and yawn, in the mood,

Not to move.

 

Must one give up one thing to receive another?

How come life has to be such a bother,

So measure what you want the most.

Oh how I long for buttered toast!

But do I want to move for that?

Which wins when they combat?

 

Mm… I can almost smell the turkey,

That in a tasty sandwich could be,

Or what about potato soup?

And something from the veggie group?

 

Like a handful of fresh tomatoes

So full and red and juicy are those,

Or some crunchy, tasty, cucumbers,

Of which could be eaten in great numbers.

 

Pickles always top the cake,

(Though not literally for goodness sake!)

And carrots dipped in hummus sauce,

Freshly cleaned and freshly tossed,

Come marching up for second best,

But are they better than my rest?

 

Oh I could go on and on!

From dawn till dusk and dawn again.

Of tasty food that brighten up my days.

Peppers: yellow, orange, and bright red.

And-

 

Or, you know what?

What if I just read a book instead.

 

Arvia’s Song // a character poem

Good morning friends! (:

A couple weeks ago, I was brainstorming for a writing project and was stumped on the plot, when the first few lines of this poem formed in my mind. It’s a poem of my main character, Arvia who grew up on the edge of the sea with only a small fishing village near by. I had never written a poem for or based off of a character before, so it was a first and I found it fun.

I hope you enjoy it!


 

Arvia’s Song

To the sea! To the sea!

    Where the birds are off calling,

        Off soaring,

              Off hopping,

        Head-cocking.

        Where the boats off sailing,

                Are gliding,

                        Are hoping,

          And docking.

 

To the sea! To the sea!

        Where the seashells are sliding,

                Are glistening,

                        Are winking,

        Sand-sinking.

        Where the waves pound,

                And make the sound,

                        Of rushing to their job of

    Feet-licking.

 

To the sea! To the sea!

        Where the wind blows,

                And I know

                        At the sea

There my home waits for me.