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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip” in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy! 

So below are my twenty L words plus lip for Linda G. Hill. I’m sure she gets her share of lip but–she asked for it! 😉

 

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“Let’s be clear.” Linda/Adnil and the rest of the Leprechauns of Limerick were confused by their friends’ faces. Little fairies nearly dropped from the air. “What is wrong with Dusty, Jade and Mary?” She bit her lip, took off her hat and sat down next to Dusty. She slapped her face but that only made Dusty fall flat on the ground. “Come on, everyone. We know what they taught us. Let’s see if we can help!”

All the little people gathered around. They sat and held hands. They grew quiet and they made sure that the hands of Dusty, Jade and Mary were included in the circle, even if they were looking dead. These little people saw in their heads, rather than words, pictures of dragons putting out fires and setting up lava tubes. There was a hill somewhere else with bodies strewn out, including a chicken. There were men passed out in a cave. There were ladies under piles of dirt and debris. And now Dusty and her girls were out cold. The Leprechauns wanted to help.

The little people didn’t know how to locate the people in the vision. They needed to remember what they had learned under Dusty’s leadership the last time she had been to Earth. Dusty was a legend among their people. Through her, they lived longer. The lessons she taught were about how to keep their ladies safe. She made them loud and strong. Before they had to lie. They made laws that there would be no female leprechauns. That was why they all had reversible names. Like Linda who presented as Adnil. It was a male society then, not just in the leprechaun world. Everyone had to stay in line with that law. And so the lie continued until Dusty and friends came and show the error of their ways.

What seemed like a long time the group sat joining forces and watching their inner movie of what was happening all over the Havenverse. The next picture was of these little people becoming little dragons. They could do everything the big dragons could but fit in places while invisible to see what the problems were. Quickly assignments were given, in pictures, as to who would go where and what they were to do, then they blinked there. Three fairies stayed at Dusty and her daughters’ side. It seemed Earth was directing them to just hold each shrunken woman while talking and stroking their faces. This faint was of Earth but not an illness so they should come around.

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So the above I wrote two days ago. I am two days ahead of the A2Z one because of the Sunday off, and two because my writing took off. As of tomorrow, I will be three to four days ahead. I have to admit that having the Sundays off is wrecking my flow. So, though I will still participate in the challenge I am letting go of doing this to the book that the planet seems to be dictating to me.

Also, I’ve learned that it is distracting to the reader that might find bits of the story interesting. So I think I will still share bits of the writing, but not keep them strict to the alphabetic challenge. I kind of wonder why this challenge isn’t in February where the number of days is closer to the 26. The last couple of days could get the blogger ready for the next challenge.

And heck! I miss sharing my day to day challenges, adventures, and complaints! So from M on it will be when everyone else is sharing but unless it just falls there in the story, it will be in another method of posting. So not breaking the challenge rules as far as I can see, just adjusting my own goals to what will get me my 50K for CampNaNo in the best way I can. Besides Kali and my knitting are getting jealous! (Leftovers of K day.)

A newborn hat and a bored Kali.

 


 

I didn’t realize it was Wednesday until I had already put the below in this blog.

 

“It is my immense pleasure to introduce this installment of Leprechauns to our most esteemed instructor of life and saving our sweet Ireland, Dusty Love, whose very name explains her nurturing and care. Many of you remember her insistence that we listen and in our ignorance didn’t. Many more remember how she was able to heal illness, intensifying our most important creed to safety to all in this institution. And how incongruously she…”

Suddenly a small female dressed in an ivory colored gown, looking every inch the monarch, held up an ice cream cone and invited all to the cafeteria for the most important party of the decade. Dusty had never seen leprechauns move so fast as when food was announced. She had to hide her giggles. As in the last time she visited these delightful people, she shrank to their height and was immediately immersed in the ice cream social. Dusty made inquiries as to the health and well-being of her friends since she’d seen them last.

It was then that she told them of the item that drew her here. She was the instrument of high importance. Haven was in dire need. Did she have their assurance that they could help?

Now she was surrounded by tiny dragons and fairies. “See we learned to do this, too! Of course we can ensure all of our aid to our Dusty and to Haven. We are so grateful for all you’ve done for us. Just let us know what you would have us do.”

Then Dusty remembered how the small could get in where the larger wouldn’t fit. So she welcomed them and told them she was off to visit others who might be able to help. “I love you all and will call to you when I can pull everyone together. Meanwhile, ground yourselves and listen for Mother Earth’s instructions.”

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The above was written a couple of days ago. Seems I am ahead of the game on one level! But just because we get Sundays off for A2Z doesn’t mean I don’t need 1,666 words a day for my CampNaNo goal of 50K. Just FYI I have 15,628. By the end of the day, I should have 16,660 words. So I still need over a thousand words before midnight tonight.

One-Liner Wednesdays are Linda G. Hill’s challenge click here. To learn about the A-to-Z Challenge click here. For NaNoWriMo or CampNaNo click the hyperlink of each word.

How are you all doing on your own challenges?

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“Healing hill. That’s what they’re callin’ it.” A voice in her head was telling her. She looked around her and knew this was her first dream ever. This was the hill she happened upon when she landed on Xeno. The woman who was talking looked every bit the housewife she’d seen illustrated in the magazines the humans brought from Earth. But she seemed a part of a herd of humans and other beasts. They just roamed the hillside, eating grass or conversing in little cliques. This particular woman held a hen in her arms and stroked it like it was a kitten. “If you are here, you might be hurt or handicapped in some way. There used to be a hospital for people like us, but the government said it did more harm than good. The fact that the government was harmful enough without trying to kill those of us who had problems.”

“So I’m still on Xeno? What’s your name?”

“Yes, still here. Isn’t it a shame that even in your dreams you can’t leave. Oh, they call me Henrietta, because…” She held up her hen. “She came up to me one night and just stayed. guess life is hard even for her kind here.”

At that moment they heard a horn. “Oh, that’s the gathering horn. We have to gather up and be counted. We used to try and hide during these counts. But those that didn’t show up, when found were treated with a heavy hand. They would be beaten hard. Many didn’t make it out alive. This life isn’t the holiday it appears to be. Our bones pave the highway back to that hell–hole George Goodman created.”

As they gathered, Ora was torn. She wanted to hide but how would being dead help her and this planet or Haven? They heard a buzzing. It looked like a toy helicopter hovering above. Then it flew away.

“That was them counting us. That thing has a camera.” Henrietta explained. Ora was going to ask a question when she heard a noise that didn’t fit the scene. It sounded like someone knocking. That’s when she woke up.

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That was the first scene I wrote yesterday. I thought the A2Z was a daily thing, but I learned that we get Sundays off. The good of that is I’m a day ahead in the A2zs.

BUT, the problem for me is that CampNaNo takes no days off without getting behind in the count. If you don’t write at least 1,666 words a day you will find it hard to catch up. I know people that seem to be able to do the catching up easily. But for me, it is pure torture. Even today, I’m having trouble with the next part of the story because I’ve forgotten much of what this section is based on in my book, Earth the Final Frontier. I’m making a lot of callbacks to the friends I created. I wrote it five or six years ago. But I forgot who knows and who isn’t there. So I better get back to re-reading and furious writing. Ahead, yet behind. Sounds like a timey-wimey thing to me. By the way, at my latest count, I have 13,691. Today I should end on 14.994 but I will try to push to 15,000. And I need to do my languages on Duolingo. Grabbing my coat and hat, see ya later!


“Guess we need to gather our guest some grub!”

Milo and Zella took Ora to meet the new administrator the next day. That was how he met her at his door. His greeting was pleasant enough. He made the grand gourmet gesture but the gloom in his eyes as he glared from Milo to Zella proved he still held a grudge against the ones he thought to cause the uprising.

A guard stood nearby with a gun in his gloved hand. The two had gotten his goat more than a few times since. They could see him grind his teeth. His goal seemed apparent that he would prefer the death of these two. Yet he seemed to like the new person they had brought him.

In general, he thought of himself as a good person. He had nothing to gain by killing anyone. But he’d grown up here. He was genetically guaranteed to inherit this position. And wasn’t that what this whole experiment was all about? The best, most pure humans. Not gutter rats like these and their crazy offspring. They should all be sent out to graze in the meadows like the other beasts.

Ora was glad that she wasn’t in the gown she wore to Xeno. At least right now this guy was treating her with some sort of respect. But she saw how he looked at Milo and Zella. She heard the hate for Daniel. Why hadn’t their first try to educate this world worked? But the silence was a clue that she should speak. “Thank you, Mr. Administrator, sir. The meal looks delicious!”

“You may call me George. George Goodman. And it is customary to meet our new members with sustenance. We know that many have been scattered out through the wilderness and need food before they could possibly be the useful citizen needed in this society.

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Those were the first few paragraphs in today’s CampNaNo writing. As my plan to follow as best I can the A-to-Z blogging and try for 50,000 words during the month of April. At last count, I have 10,343 I need 11,662 before the end of the day. Sometimes I cheat and include blogs and reviews and journals to pad the count. Often those things help and I can move them into parts of yWriter that don’t end in the count as soon as I have more story words. I don’t really consider it cheating as the point of this is the writing and writing as fast as you can without editing at the moment. You can go back and take care of big obvious spelling or grammar (will that count as a G word?) errors but it is best to lock the editor in a cell and at the end of the month or even later let him out for good. This month the story made me join the Camp folks and it promised it had the words. So as the gullible ghostwriter for Haven‘s newest story (Haven in 3D–not available yet) I relinquish control and just type. (Seems once I get started I can’t stop on some letters. Not looking forward to X).

If any of this sounds like fun for you, any of the underlined weblinks or even the pictures will take you to the places to get started. Now back to writing furiously!

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Ora Ja Ja AKA Haven in 3-D

 

Daniel Christopher AKA Sirhc the dragon

“Dragons understand discrimination.” Sirhc as the autistic, toe-head little boy, Daniel Christopher, climbed on a desk in the room with Beth, Haven as Ora, and Enelrad as Susan. Daniel nodded at Enelrad and she nodded back. Things needed to be said. “We learned the hate that humans had against anything different than themselves. We learned to disappear, blend in with our surroundings. A few people discovered dragons after a while. We departed the populated places. We were drawn to the dryer, distant lands people found hard to survive. It was a damn shame as there are a lot of ways dragons could donate to the domain of humans.

“I have been playing this boy for a couple of years now. I started out as a five-year-old. I had studied for this role. I wish I could describe the way humans treated children like me. They would drown newly delivered babies, or in other ways deprive them of life if they were deformed in any way. Later Earthlings found that these developmentally challenged babies were worthy of love. By learning how to love them and adapt with them, they found those like me useful. We were able to contribute to society.

“But let’s think about this in another way. Let’s make the diameter of the circle of acceptance larger, more inclusive. Is a person only worth something if they can earn money? The elderly and the infant should not only be worthy of love just for being themselves but feel worthy within themselves. The disabled aren’t worthless. This has been a part of an old democracy that caused division. I don’t think that was what the Declaration of Independence was all about. It shouldn’t be that those who weren’t dollar makers would be a deficit to the world.

“Humans had set up a dominance that said only the healthy and wealthy were meant to be alive. Such a distortion of how life should be defined. It leads to depression, dispair, death and destruction. Disagreements against these standards were met with disagreement that grew into wars. Those that were different were shamed and defeated. Are only those with the bigger guns the better humans? We dragons could have killed all of you!

“Instead we doubled down. We played the diplomat as we integrated ourselves, as humans into the population at large. We couldn’t delay the distribution of love and acceptance. The drift that divided the haves and have-nots had grown to valleys, not gulleys. Defeat was no option. Was it difficult? Of course! It took more than a decade to repair the destruction caused by the greedy. The daughter of love was lost in the desert of disdain. Death and decay of the human spirit was something we dragons could smell. We needed to draft a new definition of worth for not only humans but all lives.

“Once we got their attention, we had to find a way to decrease the hate. Give a medicine that didn’t lead to death. A dose or two here and there and soon we had folks that would help us repay the debt to society. No more denying life, killing or deporting the living. Yeah, there were times we had to duke it out. But more often than not, we used our words to heal the distance between folks. We taught humans to divorce from fear and hate because of misunderstanding. We dug deep into our souls to reach others. We were in the Earth’s courthouse. Love was the defendant. Now that district of the Universe is healing. Though fear and hatred are dormant, humans are caring for each other. The dressing on the cake was how much they learned from those that used to be considered unworthy.”

Ora (Haven) stood tall, adjusted her dress and started the applause. Daniel handed a disk to Beth as he descended. He smiled as he snorted a small thread of smoke. It was then that he noticed that there were at least twenty people in the room beside Beth, Ora, and Susan. Taking back on his disability, he ran out of the room avoiding eye-contact or touch.

Not everyone was clapping. Some were frowning. Some seemed threatening. Beth grabbed Ora by one hand and Susan grabbed her other. They disappeared so that they, too, could leave the room safely. There was a lot of tension in the room and this was a fight for those who lived on Xeno. Hopefully, they had heard all little Daniel had to say. But just like the dragons, he had offered the water, now these people had to decide to drink.

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The above was the first scene I wrote today in Haven in 3D for CampNaNo. My word count is current (1,666 a day) at 6,765 words.  I wrote the above using a word generator for the letter D. I think I had 20 D-words. I think I used most of them.

I realize that only sharing bits and pieces may be confusing. This is the only way I can feel I am doing the A-to-Z challenge and CampNaNo. You don’t need to see the story bit by bit as I write it as if you think the above has errors, realize I am trying to write as fast as the story comes to me. In the long run, a lot will change. Hopefully for the better.

How was your Thursday? Are you doing CampNaNo? How’s it going over there for you?


Wow! It is Saturday again, so soon!

 

 

Per Linda G. Hill:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

I choose D’oh! I would use a picture of drooling Homer Simpson here but figure that has to be a copyright infringement.

I was not only surprised at the sudden appearance of Saturday but of the sudden appearance of April and that means:

No. Not NaNoWriMo. But CampNaNo. (Couldn’t find an icon for that). And that sudden realization put me in a rush to get ready. After a day of reinstalling WriteItNow.

And setting up for choosing characters and a place to figure out plots, etc.

And because I can’t seem to put my own pictures in I made sure to install the latest version of yWriter, where I usually do my writing.

After watching OA I was inspired that they could actually keep writing on that show through infinity as there are that many possible dimensions. Then I remembered that postcard my friend sent:

I felt there was a story there. But I didn’t feel like writing historical fiction of the Little House on the Prairie has already been done.

Then suddenly the picture and OA crashed in my head and I think I have a synopsis. As I wrote in the CampNaNo info:

Haven the sentient planet has learned to travel to other worlds, times, and dimensions while maintaining Her own world. What does She look like? What could possibly happen to this unearthly body?

Haven hasn’t talked to me lately but this looks like fun and a lot of potential problems to work out.

OH but then I realized that this is:

So I challenge myself to somehow do both. Maybe what I blog for A2Z will show up in the story or vice versa.

Do you think I will ever get these novels out there and make some dough?

(Did you see what I did there?)

Woo Hoo!


50, 422 and still need to write an ending. Then editing! LOTS of editing!

Almost Done!


So Close!



Or is it a train?

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