Nanoing

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Nanoing, that’s what happening now. November is National Novel Writing Month and writers in Upstate New York descended on Denny’s on October 31st.  Some even dressed as their favorite character for the ‘Kick-Off Party’ but as 12:00 approached, a hush fell over the restaurant and the tapping of keys filled the air at the stroke of midnight.

NaNoWriMo is where writers are challenged to write a 1st draft consisting of 50,000 words in 30 days. It’s a big commitment to write as the holidays approach but any writer worth their weight in books would meet the challenge head-on. Most make it across the finish line but unfortunately some crash and burn. I myself have hit the wall a few times struggling to keep going and get my word count up.

The close-knit community of writers extends far throughout the world and come together for the sole purpose of telling a story. For more information on NaNoWriMo, check out their website, www. nanowrimo.org

Over 30 writers showed up on Halloween at Denny’s. Can you pick me out of the crowd?

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Bewitched by JK Candlen – Weekend Writing Warriors #15 April 26, 2015

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Bewitched by JK Candlen

Things have been hectic and I missed last Sunday, but I’m back. So as a treat, I’m giving you a double dose of snippets today. Last time Carol was confronted by her inner demons. They are a jovial group reminding Carol her life is not right. She tries to ignore them but they are always there in her peripheral.

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     Carol started to pace, she was tired of waiting. Where was he? A curse slipped over her lips and she was getting madder by the minute. She had better things to do and it was he that needed her. No, that wasn’t right. Carol needed something from him.

    Ring, ring, ring. The bright noise startled Carol, but she chuckled to herself when she realized it was her cell phone.

    Why was she so jumpy? It was probably just Frank. She knew he would be calling her eventually wondering where she was. An icy smile crept onto her face thinking about the lie she would tell him this time. He was so gullible and would believe anything.

     She pulled the phone out of her pocket and looked at it. Iris? Why would she be calling her at this time of night? She ignored the call.

L is for Looky Lou

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We are all guilty of being one, a gawker, a rubbernecker, a Looky Lou. Don’t say you’re not. Think about the last time an ambulance drove past your house with the sirens blasting. I bet you looked out the window. Come on, be honest. I know I did.

Personally I like the last expression. For some reason, I chuckle every time I think about it. I’ve never heard of the term Looky Lou until a couple of weeks ago when I was at a write-in trying to catch up on my word count for Camp NaNoWriMo.

I was searching for a word or phrase to describe a person that would go and stare at a disaster, an accident or some other misfortune. My friend Rachael suggested Looky Lou. She used it in her cozy mystery. It’s now a top 10 favorite phrase for me to use.

But I’m not the only one that has Looky Lous on the mind. Iris, my protagonist in my story, Bewitched, is having problems with them. They have been gawking and tramping through her garden after what happened at her house last night.

And Iris was thankful for the last Looky Lou stopping by. She was getting uncomfortable with the way the Police Chief was staring at her. And if she was truthful to herself, she was staring right back. Thank God for Looky Lous.

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Source of cartoon: http://www.soc.hawaii.edu/leonj/409as99/marrs/cartoon5.html

The Cinderella Sisters

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We have all grown up hearing the fairy tale, Cinderella. But what if she was real and had a sister? Okay, maybe she and her sibling are still fictitious characters and have materialized in my mind but are real on the pages in my story, Bewitched.

Picture it, two ladies in their seventies, clicking their high heels on the sidewalk and going through life with stars in their eyes waiting for Prince Charming. Unfortunately for Alma and Alvaretta Tobias, he never came.

The sisters dress in their finery and ride their coach, or in today’s world a 1959 yellow Cadillac with large fins flanking the rear. Alvaretta has the habit of adjusting her faux diamond necklace around her sagging neck and her sister Alma is fascinated with her lipstick and compact.

The two adorable spinsters are still hoping that ‘He’ will come with that lost glass slipper. Maybe he will. Stranger things have happened.

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Bewitched by JK Candlen – Weekend Writing Warriors #10 March 28, 2015

Last week we ended the first scene in Chapter 1 with Iris having an odd feeling that her friend Carol was in trouble. Is her second sight playing tricks on her again?

No it’s not. Carol has gotten in a little too deep and thinks her actions won’t have any repercussions. Will she be able to talk herself out of this one? Maybe. Then maybe not. You’ll just have to keep coming back and find out.

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     Carol stopped and listened. Nothing.

     God it was cold. The frigid wind froze her fingers around the flashlight. Too bad her gloves were in her car, she could use them now. Even her jacket gave little protection from the blast of tiny needles bombarding her each time the wind swept through the trees.

     As she stood at the edge of the parking lot she pointed the flashlight left then right to scan the woods. The isolation and stillness of the night was eerie.

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Bewitched by JK Candlen – Weekend Writing Warriors #9 March 21, 2015

We are at the end of the first scene in Chapter 1. It’s a tad longer than 8 sentences, but I wanted to wrap this up so we can find out what Carol is up too next week.

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    A cloud of impending disaster swirled around her friend. Iris could feel it every time she saw her.

How much can one person intervene into someone else’s life? So Iris let it drop. There was no way to

force Carol to seek help unless she wanted too.

       “Come on Bev. Let’s go inside. We need to wash our faces.” Iris said as she started to walk

towards the backdoor. Carol kept creeping into her thoughts. The urge to check on her was

overwhelming. She knew her friend was in trouble, but didn’t know what to do.  She will give her a

call. Who cares if it’s one thirty in the morning.

      “I’ll come in for a minute. It’s late and I’ve got to go.” Bev said following Iris into the kitchen.

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Bewitched by JK Candlen – Weekend Writing Warriors #8 March 14, 2015  

In last week’s snippets, Iris just gave Bev the incantation to recite while using the love potion on Rick. But something else is brewing and it has nothing to do with magic. Hmmmm, a dark cloud is gathering over Tobias and guess who gets caught under it.

Don’t forget to visit my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors too. The stories are a fantastic read and you will enjoy them as much as I do.

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     “Yes, I know I can do this.” Bev said as she watched Iris pour the liquid from the pot into a glass bottle.

      “Have you talked with Carol lately?” Iris asked changing the subject.

      “No, I haven’t seen or talked to her in weeks. I think she and Frank are having issues.”

      That was an understatement Iris thought. What husband would go along with what Carol was doing?

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