NaNo 2014

Happy National Novel Writing Month everyone! To those who don’t know what that is -it is an annual event that challenges people to write a 50,000 word novel in a single month. It is part of a charity event to raise funds to support literacy. To those who do know about it, but haven’t signed up yet -why not? It’s a great event, a lot of fun, and a good exercise to work your creative muscles. To those who have signed up -are you excited? Have you started writing yet? This is going to be soooo much fun! <(..<) ^(. .)^ (>..)>

If you’d like, feel free to use this calendar. I’d originally developed it for Camp NaNo (so there are no daily goals written in), but it’s just as useable for regular NaNo!

I am going to try and post a little bit of what I’m been writing once or twice a week throughout the month. Not sure how good the excerpts are going to be, or if I’m going to remember to post them at all! But that’s the plan! While I’ve only got a day of writing under my belt, here’s a bit of an excerpt for ya 🙂

Kaitlyn watched as the two men frowned at each other. After a moment she broke the silence, “Look, if I could get a nice bath and maybe some ice or something for my ankle I don’t care if I have to sit on somebody’s lap.”

The two men turned identical looks of surprise on her and she blushed again. The word ‘princess’ was still ringing in the back of her mind and she realized that a real princess probably wouldn’t be okay with sitting in someone’s lap, let alone a strangers. Not even if she were bleeding to death. Before she could laugh it off as a joke, Gabriel nodded and whistled for his horse. The large animal obediently trotted the short distance to their side. With a smiled apology he scooped her up and easily remounted the beast. It was all done so quickly Kaitlyn didn’t even have time to make a noise before they were heading into the forest.

Once off the road she realized that the forest wasn’t nearly as dense as she had thought it was. Gabriel easily guided the horse between the trees, and very little brush grew in the spaces. She tried not to squirm, but the saddle horn dug into her hip and Gabriel’s arms wrapped around her made her feel very conscious of the fact that he thought she was a princess. And that he was clearly mistaken as to who she was; no way she would have stripped for a living if she were a princess.

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