Daily insights from the National Novel Writing Month
By Emma Palova
EW Emma’s Writings
Lowell, MI – I got definitely over Saturday’s hump in writing. It’s not like I had a choice to stop writing. I started fresh this morning, and the story “Raspberry Rage” (c) 2018 Emma Palova began to flow as the characters evolved.
I logged in today with 36,125 words in the 50K writing marathon around 9 a.m. That’s on target to reach the 40K badge by Wednesday. The story will become part of the new anthology “Secrets” (c) 2018 Emma Palova. It is my clear intention to see the new book to print in 2019.
Since, I am also living a normal life, Ludek and I headed out to church in Parnell and to Christmas through Lowell (CTL) locations that I did not get in on Saturday. The Christmas tour was a tremendous success with people steadily streaming down Main Street and between the major CTL vendors located within a five-mile radius of Lowell.
“It’s been great,” said Sandy Van Dyke with Sandy’s Fudge. “I love this location.”
Sandy’s Fudge along with 15 other vendors found their temporary home at the Red Barn Market on Alden Nash. The local restaurants were jammed packed all three days.
Excerpts from “Raspberry Rage”
Klarette immediately felt her hand for the small white box with a switch on her pillow next to her head. She sunk deeper below the blanket and continued to stare helplessly into the painting on the wall as she heard the door close behind Victoria.
The painting had some scribbles on it in cursive, but Klarette couldn’t read it from her bed. She tried to get up, but was all entangled with the IV, so Klarette sank back into her bed.
The small hand on the big white clock on the wall was crawling closer to 3 as the big hand inched toward 12. She quickly looked outside the window: the Orion constellation was shining brightly with its stars, Nebula and Rigel.
Klarette, sick to her empty stomach, tested her mind if it could bring back memories of the past few days. Sounds instead entered her head giving into vibrations. She realized that she was shaking and sweating in the cold room. The shakes, the sounds and the sweat refused to go away. Her head was a swirl of the last 24 hours prior to arriving in the ambulance.
The swirls began to take shape of dancing flames, as goose bumps covered her body. She was itching all over. Klarette wanted to crawl out of her own skin. The cold eyelids were safely covering her hot eyeballs, that might have jumped out if it wasn’t for them. The eyelids still had smudges of make-up on them; thedark blue was smeared with the grey into a smokin’ hot explosion.
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