TGIF, Daily insights from #nanowrimo
By Emma Palova
EW Emma’s Writings
Lowell, MI – It’s Day 9 for the National Novel Writing Month participants, and it’s Friday. I couldn’t be happier. I logged in a total of 20, 242 words with “Silk Nora.” (c) 2018 Emma Palova. The story is taking on a nice historical spin that I will carry on into the weekend.
Thanks to the characters, both old and new. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. And of course the lovely historical setting of Belding on the banks of the Flat River makes everything flow.
At the daily rate of 1,667 words, you really don’t take a break on the weekends, because you wouldn’t make up for it, unless you’re a writing machine. It reminds me of the studying sprints before the exams at the University of Brno.
But, writing daily is also the only way to get a novel or any piece of literature to print. The next badge is set at 25,000 words, which will mark the half-way point of the 50K creative project.
It is my clear intention to see the new collection of short stories “Secrets” (c) 2018 Emma Palova, which is a sequel to “Shifting Sands: Short Stories,” to print.
The project keeps you accountable and helps you move forward. You have to find your optimum writing window during the day or night.
If you can do any prep work outside of writing time, do it. Revise later. Keep track of revisions. I do it on one note. Rome wasn’t built in one day either. Stay motivated and focused. There isn’t really much time to fight with your inner editor, just keep on writing. Get up hourly for five to ten minute breaks.
Nora unpacked her petticoats, camisoles, bloomers, black stockings and an extra nightgown and went down to the main lobby. She could smell the dinner from the kitchen downstairs by the main dining room. Nora was waiting patiently to get connected.
“Mother, thank you very much for the dresses and the furniture,” she said. “It arrived today on the afternoon train.”
“How are you and how is your new home,” mom as always wanted to know everything at once and immediately.
“I love it here, mother,” Nora said. “I’ve already made friends, and there are only good people here.”
“My dear, there are good people wherever you go,” said mom. “But, I did fear for you. It must have been a long journey, was it not.”
“Yes, it was,” said Nora.
“But, mainly how is the work, Nora?” asked mom. “Do they treat you well?”
“It’s nice to have my own money, but I do spend a lot of time at the mill,” said Nora. “I’ve made friends there and at the dormitory.”
“Is it nice; is the “Bel” nice?” asked mom, who even knew that the dormitory was called the “Bel.”
“Oh, it’s absolutely exquisite and Doris is fabulous,” said Nora immediately feeling guilty about her friendship with Doris.
“Who is Doris, my dear?” asked mom.
“Doris is the matron at the dormitory and the main nurse at the hospital,” Nora said.
Then, the phone went dead as it got disconnected.
That evening at the main dining room, a lively chatter warmed up the space between the white walls. Mathilda was back from her trip to Alpena. The two girls chatted about Mathilda’s trip and family.
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