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2015 NaNoWriMo

Hope everyone’s holidays are enjoyable…  I am offering:

Enticing Your Personal Writing Muse

Ages:  16 and up

This creative writing class will develop your vibrant writer’s voice by letting the words flow, stream of consciousness style. Two twenty minute writing exercises with nonjudgmental sharing encourages writing from your heart. Pen or pencil and a spiral notebook are all you need to begin this creative journey! If you wish to use an electronic device, please be sure the keyboard doesn’t make “typing” sounds. Instructor: Ellen Miffitt

W            Jan 20-Mar 9        6:00pm-8:00pm                  $89         #3144

Olympia Parks, Arts and Recreation –  222 Columbia Street NW, Olympia WA 98501    www.olympiawa.gov/experienceit   Call 360.753.8380

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I’m still working on 2015 NaNoWriMo – I have reread my novel three times from the beginning to the end over the last 3 weeks and added dialogue, corrected dates, etc. – took a big chunk out but am now at 80,622 words.
Last week, I made a time sequence page and fiddling with the story tonight realized I need to correct a few things or they just don’t make sequential sense.
I was going to print out all 271 double spaced pages to work the next correction on paper but now I need to futz with those couple problems that I found tonight first.

I also went back to last year’s story @ 59,243 and started working with that as well.
I found I am really loving this writing!

Yes, I starting blocking out a new story that was floating around in my imagination. I have the characters and a base couple of pages capturing the story line. I just didn’t want to loose what I had in my head for this 3rd story.

going to play a card game in front of the Christmas tree and then I’ll be back at it!

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I participated in NaNoWriMo National Novel Writing Month again this year.  http://nanowrimo.org/   I am so excited – I have surpassed my speed of last year. On November16th I had reached the 50,000 word goal. I found someone who will edit but we haven’t worked out a fee. This year the only notes I made the week prior were about names and a little about the characters. no time line and no outline.

By Nov 23rd = 60,080 – I was still tying up loose ends, checking sequence/dates, etc

My writing technique…  I had written a very short story 6 months ago that I used as the base. No working outline. About six times I read what I had written from the beginning to whatever the end page at the time was. Then I made a genealogy, added information to the list of characters to figure out ages and a rough time span of the story. Five times I made a list of questions to answer. Basically I just start writing. I’ve written and/or corrected every day.

On Nov 24th I was up past 1:30 as I started from the beginning to about page 140 and added conversation where there was too much text, moved some sections around to make more sense… there were 210 pages at that point with double spacing. I also made a “chapter title” sheet which helped me locate approximate page and make notes, or figure where to shift things to a better place, etc. because sometimes I just start writing about something prior and just leave it at the end of the story to move later….

While at the Lincoln Winter Market on Nov 28th,  I managed to rough draft 1,454 words between talking to folks. So the total word count for that Saturday was 66,420 and I was still revising what I wrote.

Monday Nov 30th – 68,519  I was going to add more before the midnight deadline and THE POWER Went OFF!!!

At Wednesday’s TESC Holiday Fair I wrote an additional 1,782 words to flesh out several incomplete areas.

I love to write; the characters just kept urging me on…. All month of November, I would write off and on during the day especially staying up to 3:30 four different times; at the holiday fairs or when I gallery sit at Gallery Boom, I wrote steadily between customers. My Word count total is 70,274 words … someone had teased me as I had said I could not picture myself writing that much. Last year my novel was only 59,386.

Now to print and edit before giving it to that editor friend – after we haggle a fee… ^..^

This is a little section I wrote yesterday that will be near the end:
Calm Skies
Alderon held Aerilaya’s hand watching the sunset turn the domain golden hues. Blake, Caiden and Aletheia were riding dolphin like mammals creating gilded ripples that raced to shore. Evening bird songs filled the twilight. The stars turned on one by one; fireflies the size of robins in man’s world flitted into the approaching dusk from a nearby copse.
“It’s good to have Aelieyeeva [Aletheia] in physical form again. The experience in man’s world will expand her understanding of fear, hate and intolerance.” Aerilaya looked into her beloved Alderon’s calm face. The children were now tossing octopus looking creatures at each other.
“Excuse me Aerilaya…” walking over to the shore edge, Alderon had to dodge a tossed ten legged creature that managed to grab onto his arm before hitting the sand. With a clap of his hand the dolphins swam close to the shoreline. “Do you need to apologize to the tenopus that you’ve been hurling at each other?”
The one that had been hanging on Alderon’s arm managed to climb up and wrapped a few legs over his right shoulder. Holding his arm over the water the tentacles let go leaving chartreuse circles of varying sizes on his elegant shimmering silver robes.
“But their mother said they could play with us.” Protesting, Aletheia made that cute pout face, “I can ask her to tell you.”
Looking carefully Alderon could see chartreuse circles covering the three misfits from head to toe. A very large tentacle the size of a tree trunk threaded its way between the resting dolphins.
“Janbell, didn’t you invite us to play with the little ones.” Caiden asked rubbing at one of the circles. “Does this stuff come off? We have Aikido class tomorrow.”
Blake started rubbing his massive amount of circular embellishments. “Least the gee will cover up most of them.”
The entity was not forgotten; even in the Everlasting Domain vigilance was necessary to maintain the natural balance. The seven sisters watched over the Elvan realms without intruding. Their seven realms respected the land and honored their founding matriarch by sounding at first light and at twilight.

I’ll be facilitating a Stream of Conscious writing class :

Enticing Your Personal Writing Muse  Ages:  16 and up

This creative writing class will develop your vibrant writer’s voice by letting the words flow, stream of consciousness style. Two twenty minute writing exercises with nonjudgmental sharing encourages writing from your heart. Pen or pencil and a spiral notebook are all you need to begin this creative journey! If you wish to use an electronic device, please be sure the keyboard doesn’t make “typing” sounds. Instructor: Ellen Miffitt

W            Jan 20-Mar 9        6:00pm-8:00pm                  $89         #3144

Olympia Parks, Arts and Recreation –  222 Columbia Street NW, Olympia WA 98501    www.olympiawa.gov/experienceit   Call 360.753.8380

Here’s my INTRO – I have been facilitating a stream of consciousness writing class through Olympia Parks, Arts and Recreation at the Olympia Center.  Each class has two or three twenty minute writing exercises with time for the participants to read.  These exercises promote writing quickly without editing.

Last week for the first exercise, I brought in very old kitchen utensils such as my grandmother’s wooden cooking spoon all worn and smooth, an ice cream scoop, bone handled two tine fork, a nut cracker set, etc. 

Nut Cracker Set

I ended up with Grandma’s nutcracker set. No one in the family thought it was important even though it came in the original box. One silver metal hinged nutcracker with very textured handles was accompanied by three picks with the same decorative pattern. The packaged set resides in my buffet drawer. Periodically I take them out when sorting the drawer contents. I don’t purchase bulk nuts still in their shells. Actually I can’t remember seeing them in the grocery store’s baking aisle. Everything is shelled and prepackaged in plastic bags or cardboard tins.

My favorite walnut recollection involves my college buddy, Eileen. Her family’s living room was typical for the later 60’s. Her father’s chair was separated from her mother’s smaller chair by an end table replete with lamp, TV guide and bowl of nuts. The couch was along the wall and her parent’s chairs directly faced the TV. Her parents exhausted from work would relax while watching their news and Wheel of Fortune while Eileen did the dishes.

One afternoon while visiting, she had me help her carefully; I’m talking with a surgeon’s precision to open each individual walnut without damaging the shell. It took great skill to avoid destroying the dry shells. We worked for an hour or more pulling the meat out and making sure to keep the top and bottom halves matching.  I wasn’t sure what she was up to but I didn’t think it involved cookies.

My hopes were dashed when she produced pen, paper, scissors and glue. Carefully she penned various notes to her father. Some notes were simple things like I love you, take a walk every day, and hugs and kisses. He had a bad heart and who knew if another heart attack would claim him.  Inserting the notes, the next step was to glue the shells back together while keeping the seam free of extraneous glue.  My car was loaded while she switched out half the real nuts in the nut bowl with the altered hidden message ones.  Apparently this was one of Eileen’s favorite jokes to pull on her father. After tidying up any sign of our mischievous activity we left to return to the dorm.

Here I am across the country from that time and place. Missing the adventures we participated in; missing family connections that have passed. Eileen and I will always be connected with or without contact.

It’s interesting that objects can time machine one backwards to distant events.  My daughter will most likely Goodwill many of these odd treasures that I packed and dragged across the country. Displaced as I am, they are my transporters.

Some other kitchen utensils came from my grandparents, Aunts or friends. Still functional they are deposited on shelf, drawers or cabinets. Somewhere there is the lesson of release… letting go the unnecessary, the relics of former lives that vibrate with previous intent.  Maybe I need to photograph and log these items in albums on Face Book but then I would miss the physical feel, the visual cues, the smell…

Think I’ll mail a teabag to Eileen – a nice pekoe or green tea.  A long distance tea party on Skype to remember the Great Walnut Caper, The Grapefruit Drop, The Skinny Dipping Alligator, The Carpenter Ant Battle  and the One Day Round Trip to Provincetown in Seymour the SAAB just because we could…

10/17/2013