Word Count Wednesday 25 Nov

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been cracking on with NaNoWriMo. Taking a break from the monologues, I’ve finished the second (14+k of a 19k total: ‘Henry Goes To A Barbecue’) and a chunk (7+k) of the third (‘Henry and the Lawyer’) in my Rachel Cavanagh / Henry Houdini dog detective short spin-offs which I’m really enjoying. So a total of 21,963 words this past week (last Wednesday to last night). If only every week!

NaNoWriMo finishes next Monday so I hope for another healthy week (currently 12k behind, which is okay).

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Word Count Wednesday 18 Nov

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been carrying on with the monologues and have written 3,477 words this past week (last Wednesday to last night). Not the NaNoWriMo target for a week of 11,669 but I’ve finished work for the month so am catching up.

My target for today (and every day to the end of the month) was 3,273 so that’s fine. I’ll aim for 5,000+ per day between now and the 30th so hopefully go over the 50,000-word total. Double figures for next week, and I’m moving on (back) to the novels from tomorrow. 🙂

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Word Count Wednesday 11 Nov

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been doing more monologues and have written 2,075 words this past week (last Wednesday to last night), total 3,916 for November so far. While it’s way short of the target of 16,670 for NaNoWriMo, I have written 12k in a day so possible to catch up quickly. I’ve been work working to leave a chunk of time to do just that.

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Word Count Wednesday 4 Nov

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been continuing with the monologues and have written 2,850 words this past week (last Wednesday to last night). I should have started NaNoWriMo on Sunday and did actually write 2,051 of those words that day but, while I’m not starting a new project, I should really only count novels I add to. I’m going to return to three works in progress this month and plan to add at least 50,000 words to them so hopefully won’t need the 2,051 in the word count anyway. We shall see.

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Sunday short short story: Not The Wisest Of Actions by Morgen Bailey

Posted every Sunday up to today (this will be the last one for a while), the following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s shorter short story collection, FLASHES. We hope you enjoy this final story…

Not The Wisest Of Actions

You had no way of knowing that the toothbrush was going to find you a husband. You used it to clean your dog’s teeth but when the doctor asked how it got stuck in your ear, you had no real explanation. You’d had an itch.

It was Doug’s eyes that you noticed first; deep brown, almost black, with long, dark eyelashes and a smile… such a contrast, teeth like a photograph model’s. You would have liked him to be taller but an inch was better than same height. Your high heels could languish at the back of the wardrobe in favour of kitten, they were back in fashion anyway.

By the end of the appointment you’d arranged a date – him too shy to ask, so you had… after checking his office for family photos and his hand for a wedding ring.

A year after you were married, you’d started feeling sick, put it down to a summer cold but he recognised the symptoms and brought home a test kit. You swelled like a balloon and missed your horse, but Doug had been cautious, insisted that you take a break, so you’d agreed, on the condition that he took lessons.

And as you watched him trot round the field on Bracken, you’d fallen in love with him all over again, seen the look he’d given you that first meeting, and knew that whilst sticking a toothbrush in your ear may not have been the wisest of actions, you’d do it all over again.

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Word Count Wednesday

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been continuing with the monologues and have 2,114 words this past week (last Wednesday to last night). NaNoWriMo’s coming up (are you doing it?)… on Sunday… eek! so I’ll need to decide what to write. I was going to continue with two standalones but I’ve had an idea for a new novel and the idea is to plan but not to write before November the first so I should really go with that.

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Sunday short short story: Rumbled by Morgen Bailey

Posted every Sunday, the following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s shorter short story collection, FLASHES,  available in e-book from Morgen’s online store where you not only get the best price but can either instantly download the collection or purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Rumbled

“Frankie!”

“What?”

“There’s someone downstairs.”

“Mmm?”

“Frankie, downstairs! I heard something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I heard a loud noise, like a window breaking.”

“OK, stay there. I’ll go and have a look.”

“Shall I call the police?”

“Wait until we know for sure.”

“But what if…”

“It’s probably nothing.”

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“Anyone…? Hello? Who’s there?”

“Hello Frankie. Sorry, did I startle you.”

“Gran? What you are doing down here?”

“I was thirsty.”

“Then why are you…? What’s that noise? Is there someone else here?”

“Er, it’s…”

“Gran, spill.”

“OK. Ernest. You can come out now. We’ve been rumbled.”

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Word Count Wednesday

Yes, it’s that time of the week again. How have you been getting on?

I’ve been continuing with a shorts project (monologues actually) albeit only last night so a mere 1,369 words but still more than a NaNo day so that’s okay.

Speaking of which, I’ll probably start planning for NaNoWriMo this weekend, although I’ll be adding to a couple novels I’ve already started which isn’t technically cheating (I don’t think). As long as I write 50,000 words, right?

I’m more of a pantser than a planner (what are you?) but I do think I need some kind of structure to ensure I get the words down. I’ve not been disciplined enough recently.

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Sunday short short story: Doing A Job I Love by Morgen Bailey

Posted every Sunday, the following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s shorter short story collection, SHORTS,  available in e-book from Morgen’s online store where you not only get the best price but can either instantly download the collection or purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Doing A Job I Love

It had felt a little odd. Being given something like this for doing a job I love. And you couldn’t really call it that. Playing in a band a job? To receive an award for playing the drums was an added bonus. I’d been given a single drum, just a cheap thing, when I was very young, my mum says two, but I think I was younger than that because I don’t remember getting it, just it being there.

When my name was announced I hadn’t been expecting it so it took Bondie digging me in the ribs for me to realise that they’d said my name. He’s stronger than he thinks. I was rubbing my ribs for weeks after that.

I think he’d been on something; weed, blow, or some such. He was always more rock ‘n’ roll than me. It hadn’t been an issue until that night, when he’d insisted on joining me on the stage. He could play the drums and had never received an award so I thought, “What’s the harm?”

If only he’d stuck to the rules; walked up the aisle, to the podium, said ‘thank you’ to the celebrity who hands you the statue (in our case it was the teen pop sensation Jimmy Penn) but his brain just couldn’t compute that. I don’t think it computes anything these days.

He had to go up there didn’t he and dig, dig, dig. OK, so we’re not a fan of the weak pop music that climbs the charts faster than we ever did in our heyday, but he’s still sore that Jimmy beat us to the top of the album chart when we released our Greatest Hits. A term I use loosely as the record company in their limited wisdom to make it a double CD when we’d only had half a dozen ‘hits’ (top forty) so the rest were more fillers than a tub of sandwich spread. That’s one thing I hadn’t noticed; that he’d not been eating, Bondie, just drinking, picking at his food, fork never reaching his mouth, although it’s big enough.

So there I was, mouth open to say a few unrehearsed words and ended up goldfish-like while Bondie spouted.

Bondie’s real name’s James… Bond, but he hates that. His mum was a real fan and we all reckon that she married a Bond just so she could have a son with the right name. Had the boy straight away, stroke of luck really, then the two of them left when he was still young. Probably why he is the way he is. Needed a father figure to straighten him out.

Anyway. He’d said his bit and I thought we were going to leave… he’d said plenty for both of us, what was I going to do, apologise? Pretend it didn’t happen? But then Jimmy called him by his real name, don’t know how he knew, Wikipedia I suppose, and well, Bondie flipped and went for the jugular, Jimmy’s jugular. Did enough so the damage was done. Only temporary, thankfully, but he had to cancel his tour. Bondie received so many “thank you” letters after we could have wallpapered our bus… the one we toured on not long after the awards ceremony.

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