So far, so good. Up to 4215 words and ready to continue, Camp NaNoWriMo has just begun. I was a little afraid that I would be slowing down, getting blocked by this point. JuNoWriMo was one sprint after another, and still I pushed myself to reach the 50k goal, by the end of June. And here I am, starting from scratch (in word count) for another 50k. By the end of July, I will have composed 100k words in two months. The prospect is a little daunting, but it is an excellent way to meet other writers.
Marin’s story is growing, the people around her joining with their own stories and love troubles. The edit on book one took a turn for the better as one of my camp mates jumped in to help with my query hell, synopsis, and novel. We chat for hours (when we should probably be writing ;P ) and talk about the most obscure topics. Yesterday the topic involved a lively chat about doggie sex.
Brainstorming is one of my favorite activities, but it is limited to others that actually want to create an imaginary world. So I find myself extremely lucky to have found Krisz and TS, even if we do discuss hound coitus. I told them about my lively pugs, and my memorable trip to San Francisco. Mom and I were able to find a stroller that was specifically made to contain pets. What we didn’t expect … Cujo and Roxy doing the trip up right, as they used their new stroller to renew their puppy vows. It was a week of pug-honey-moon antics. Embarrassing at the best of times but when small children start pointing and asking, “Mommy, what are the puppies doing?”
Don’t get me wrong. I loved my babies and miss them dearly, and the retelling of the stroller hotel room is entertaining, but a full week of having a front row seat to the creation of the next generation was a bit much. lol. They keep me on my toes and entertain, each and every day. Some moments are horrifying while others are frightening. We chatted for hours, as I passed on my years of pug ownership experience.
When I told them about the near death moments, their were a few laughs, as well as a few gasps of eww. Especially when I explained the mechanic behind doggie CPR. Yes, CPR. I have placed my mouth around their furry, flat faces on more than one occasion. I cringe each time one of my pugs get the sniffles. It’s sneeze, sneeze, and a deep breath that includes a throat full of ten inch tongue. They weave around as their brains are deprived of oxygen, and then down they go, and just like normal CPR, you clear the throat (usually of an overabundance of tongue) and pray that the first forceful blow of air will revive the little fluffers. Because the longer it takes, the longer you run the risk of swallowing dog hair and snot. When I explain this scenario to my Vet, an educated and caring man that has devoted his life to saving animals, he looked at me and actually took a step back, and said, “Eww. I don’t think I would go that far.” And yes, I need a new doctor should anyone have a suggestion.
All of this doggie education was used for selfless goal of help TS to brainstorm about her doggie scene, in her novel. It was not wasted time, spent laughing and goofing off. I swear. We chat til the early morning and check in during the day as we support and push each other toward the finish line. If one person has an issue, the others are more than happy to lend a helping hand, or paw. Anyone interested in writing should take advantage of twitter and projects like #JuNoWriMo, #NaNoWriMo, and #CampNaNoWriMo. At this time, I plan to continue participating with these groups and any others that come along. The advantage is definitely worth the finger cramps as we type thousands of words a night.
Join the fun, Tracey