NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, and takes place each year in November. Folks from all over the world spend one month furiously writing novels — whoo hoo!
Camp NaNoWriMo is the summer fun version of this annual undertaking. Each one of us is invited to work on a writing project of our choice for one month, in the spirit of campfires and cook outs.
This month, my daughters and I have embarked on writing projects. And it looks like my sister-in-law and niece will be joining us too.
Here’s a peek of what I started:
by Jane Valencia
Santa here, reporting on a typical late winter predawn morning on Yonder Island. The birds are whimpering. The trees are drooping in the drizzle. Who wants to be out here in the damp? The birds don’t, and I bet the trees don’t. And I sure as heck don’t.
My sister Annie is snuggled in bed. My mom has forced me to bundle into layers of thermal underwear, wool socks, my insulated waterproof boots, and, ugh, rain pants. I’m pained as I put all this stuff on, but, see—I’ve been coming out every morning for quite some time. And though I despise all this stuff and nonsense, my scientific mind has to admit that, although I’m miserable out here in the damp, I’m far more miserable when I forego all these absurdities. So, layers and waterproofs it is. I’m bundled as much as I can deal with and still hike up from the house, and up into the Upper Woods. I bypass all my favorite places, our longtime haunts: the Mental Village and DragonAir, the Octopus tree, and all the other fun of the Hundred Acre Woods.
You could say that reason has overcome madness in this regard—or is the other way around?
Santa is not here to play. I’m here for a high purpose. The highest anyone is likely to find.
I’ve an egg hidden in the Upper Woods, an egg of the most incredible kind. And I intend to hatch it. …
[to be continued]
Do you want to be a writer? Then please join me at Camp NaNoWriMo, and let’s all write!
Share what your writing project is in the comment box below!