Half-way point reached with 25,282 words, daily insights
By Emma Palova
EW Emma’s Writings
Lowell, MI – I reached the half-way point of the National Novel Writing Month creative project this morning at 11 a.m. with 25,282 words in the 50K word marathon.
Needless to say that I am excstatic. I average six pages a day or 1,500 words. I am still working on historical fiction story “Silk Nora” (c) 2018 Emma Palova, which becomes a part of the new anthology “Secrets” (c) Emma Palova, a sequel to last year’s Shifting Sands: Short Stories.
I was delighted to find out about the different shoes from the 1920s like T-strap Mary Janes and Oxfords. Who said that research and history are boring? It depends on what you’re looking for.
I have a clear intention of seeing “Secrets” to print. There is a section “Now What?” on the #nanowrimo once you’re done with your 50,000 words. It will be supported in the months of January and February with the #NaNoNowWhat event to move along the revision and publishing process.
I am really looking forward to also chatting with #NaNoCoach Carolina DeRobertis on twitter this week. Not that I can take a breather, but it does feel good to reach the half-way point marked by a 25,000 word badge.
Nora was hesitant to speak.
“You want to talk to me, dear?” Doris encouraged her protégé to speak up.
“I know Doris, you’re single and you probably wouldn’t understand me,” whispered shyly Nora.
Doris straightened up in her chair and looked deeply at Nora’s face.
“I may be single, but that doesn’t mean I never had boyfriend,” she said.
The office was functional but pretty just like the rest of the dorms.
“I can’t attend high tea on Sunday,” Nora breathed heavily as got the dreaded words out of her.
Doris walked to Nora and put her hand on her shoulder.
“Look at me, Nora,” she said. “It isn’t a sin not to attend high tea. You know it’s not mandatory.”
“I know, but I don’t want to disappoint you, Doris,” said Nora teary-eyed, “or make you feel bad.”
“Nora, you’re acting up because of nothing, what is really going on with you?” Doris asked.
Nora had been secluding herself ever since that dance with Harry at the Rose Ballroom. She didn’t talk much with any other girls at the dorms or at work.
“You know my friend Harry?” Nora paused to think about her words.
“Yes, the newspaper writer, you danced with him at the ball,” said Doris. “What about him?”
“He asked me out to the movies this Sunday during your high tea,” said Nora sadly.
Doris sat back in her chair behind the desk.
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