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Finally working on the top ( which means I work upside down so I can reach that part.)
The Inktober prompts I’m using today: artic and rival. These are the only thing I could sketch to represent. The story perceived them differently.
Two faces facing off.
So far I have 8,951 words. I have more to write tonight. Yeah, I’m behind now. But I am having fun with my imaginary friends. NaNoWriMo 2025. By the way, that site is TrackBear. A way to keep track of wordage.
Some of the songs I’m playing with now.
All the socks in progress now.

It’s been a tough week energy wise.

Thus Thursday


A couple lack of sleep nights and I was ruined. I had been caught up, word count wise. But now I am a day behind.

Quickly, here are the sketch prompts for the last couple days.

Found in a couple homes, an ornate golden Trident that could be a candle holder. And a fishbowl with mated betas.

I will use this a couple ways, but during the down time, cards will be in the deal.

I wish my energy would come back.

Drama much?

Tired Tuesday


Computer problems. Why do they always show up during NaNo? At any rate, I finished 5,024 words last night. At midnight. Talk about making it by the skin of your teeth!

Today was slow after such a late night with tummy issues. I’m only just now getting started.

Katherine hides her face in shame. It was an awful blunder. One she could never explain. She didn’t know how it happened. Neither could she tell about the unknown patient who became a mermaid who ran away.

Tonight I will cover the blunders made by the three groups of characters that have crowded into my NaNo.


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “company.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Though writing is a lonely task, by necessity, it is nice to have company in the process.

I have an overactive imagination and writing helps harness that mess of the muses. Still, I know anywhere from 1 to 30 days I will long for human contact.

Sadly, it is hard to help my family and friends to know when they can help and when I need solitude. Sometimes the muses make me work for every letter, sweat and swearing can apply here. The fam and friends can wave in passing, just don’t feel hurt if they are ignored.

Then there are the desperate days, company helps open the mind from the hurricane of the deserted brain. But whereas in normal days I can luxuriate in the glow of love, in writing times, like NaNoWriMo, I have to limit myself to people, even the well-meaning, can stifle the process.

When there are folks accompanying my creative pursuits, I cannot look at other’s fantastic works. I think I have hypochondria to other people’s musings. Sorry, everyone for not peeking. We’re all safer that way. I can’t wait until my Inktober and NaNoWriMo fuse is finished so I can check out all the glory you all have created.

This past couple of weeks my energy has been low. I worried whether I’d feel up to NaNoWriMo (I certainly lost the Inktober during October) but I plan to incorporate the Inkprompts with the writing. I have enjoyed drawing my characters.

But after three 20 minute naps I was still tired and went  to bed around 10.

At 12:10 I woke with enough energy to skip into the living room to open my laptop and write! I managed 1,684 before sleep call again. I’m so happy with the story so far. I can’t wait to see what happens!

By the way, I think my title is Folie à Plusieurs (the madness of the masses). What would you expect from a reunion of old hippies?

Happy National Novel Writing Month flock!


It is amazing drawing random characteristics from

Saffron complexion, hooded mauve eye color, bob nose, nutmeg bristly bobbed hair, moon shaped face, Cupid’s bow mouth, wattles chin, apple cheeks, gangly body, stooped shoulders were the physical attributes. Other interesting bits, she loved fishing and yearned to wash, manic for water.

Then the#Inkober prompts I could use were pierce, starfish, reckless, heavy, and sweep. Thus Sunn Aisley Yellowle came into being. (The name randomly generated by WriteItNow6)

Not one just to succumb to peer pressure, Sunn woke in the hospital, her yellow skin meant that she was jaundice from liver failure. Fishing was her favorite sport–could this all be related? The IV needle pierced her skin. She passed out. When she woke, starfish covered her yellow breasts. She struck out in fear, recklessly knocking over the nurses. She realized her heavy legs had become a tail that swept the room.
Progressed to the balloon part of the diamond painting picture.

I’ve finished sight reading through

Now I’ll go through my piano journal to find my favorites to print out and practice.

  

The purple stripe toes are done ready for the foot.
The last pair of Yoga socks are nearly done. Next comes the heel cast-off, then the ankle cast-on. I’m finally getting used to these Hiya-Hiya Flyers.

I’m looking forward to seeing family this next week. We only get a day but it’s better than not seeing them at all.

Playing around with the colored pencils and getting bits of story wanting to be told has been inspiring and fun.

Thus Thursday


I’ve been busy creating a fun character but not quite ready to share. I must admit to being surprised. But the artwork is still in my head not on paper. I was worried that I was only getting bad guys but I have an unfortunate main character emerging. Even not knowing the next few Inktober prompts are fitting right in. I’m in suspense hope you are, too.

Meanwhile, did I tell you my stationary bike has a friend! Treadmill has joined the living room as a sofa sitter.

Doesn’t need to be plugged in and I’m m still meeting my goal of 30 minutes 4 miles not much but way more than if I didn’t do it, right?
It doesn’t hide all the way under the sofa. There’s a bar in the way so I have to push it under just on the end. The handle doesn’t fold under so it becomes a sofa side rail. So far my husband and I have only managed 5 minutes. Old knees and hips need to go slowly and carefully.

One-Liner Wednesday


When Viktor Tobias Olsson (antagonist ) looked into the murky mirror he saw an old man with a huge mustache, beady, squinty eyes, a Viking beard, a man-bun holding a yellow weave hat on his crown, his eyes grew large as a deer in the headlights. When did he become so old and blurry?

#Inktober for #NaNoWriMo (mustache, weave, crown, murky, deer)
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