Finding my way back to Camp – NaNoWriMo Day 20#

I have a niggling feeling that I am going to have to succumb to lowering my word count this summer. I had not properly factored in a realistic schedule around moving, unpacking, cleaning, decorating etc.
This morning – spurred on by an article in the top of my reader promoting a vampire paperback, I was inspired to do some research!

An hour of research later and I FINALLY feel I can finish the story!
So that’s what I will do next.

Planning on UPDATING this Nano post throughout the day! SO POP BACK!
…. and 25000 to go to target (in 10 days!)

 

5 Hours later – I have had a picnic in the garden, done laundry, checked my emails and helped Mr G sort a drainage issue – opened 8 boxes unpacked half of those and found the home file I was searching for (which has important paperwork for flat sale), footwear and clean towels!

Have I written – no – have I researched -Yes- there is still some time left today to make it to camp!

The Write Path

Delighted I have woken up before the alarm and… it’s the hurrah!

As my ankles ache from last night’s walkabout I decided to sit on the sofa – for practically the 1st time ALL week and fire up the laptop. I have managed to catch up on some writing challenges and emails!

 I can still go to the Picture Book Critique group – we were meeting today but due to some political rallies we have changed day/ venue and I CAN MAKE IT! So relieved.*

Today’s Chameleon Plan;

It was –                                                                                                                                                                                It is;

To go paint a bedroom at the flat, DIY kitchen and bathroom                                                                               Blogland

Give estate agent keys                                                                                                                                                      Catch up – writing challenges

I can see myself catching up on Camp NaNoWriMo writing, the blogs, paperwork and housework… then going to the apartment later on this afternoon to complete the original work list!

And this evening I will be mainly reading manuscripts and other people’s assignments to check out the course requirements.

 

 

 

 

 

* Guardian Article

Freewrite Friday -A Time & Place Scenario.

This is my entry for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday, this week. Click the button to find out more.

At 87 I did not expect this. For years I had taught the children about the underground bunkers of my Grandparents generation… I certainly never expected I would find myself in one. They weren’t the same spaces as bunkers in the 20th Century, they were brightly lit and well equipped, the doomsday preppers had seen to that.

I shouldn’t moan really, but don’t you find everyone in their 80’s has a bit of a whine? It is because we have been around so long and seen so much. We are tired. I ache all the time. Bits of me keep breaking. I used to laugh with David that I was practically bionic, not all that dissimilar to the Alcumus, who rule the overground. Or who ruled should I say, that’s why we are all in here!

Many of the people down here are relieved to have made it underground, but you see I have a problem with people. I hate having to give up my space, independence AND natural light, all this has been the tin lid of this week! I relish isolation, even if it means going back up.

All the others are bonding, they work well together. They help each other and talk in quiet tones in small groups about the Wrath and the rule of Alcumus, they probably think I can’t hear, because I am so old. When I lost David, I aged terribly and let myself go. I stopped the injections and gravity has had a little play with my face!

They are not used to seeing the elderly. They all think I have survived some sort of massacre, looking the way I do, sitting as silent as I do. I have played the age card, it wasn’t my idea, they all assumed I wouldn’t want to be part of a survival rota. I am an extra burden they have to cater for. I sit and think and stay quiet.

The mixture of burdening the youngsters and longing for human isolation have helped me make up my mind. Tomorrow I will plan my escape.
For now though, these old bones need to sleep.

The prompt;

Let’s leap into the future with a time & place scenario. 

The year: 2063

The place: An underground bunker

What’s going on?