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Camp NaNo April – Day 8 recap


Well, I’ve had an interesting couple of days with family drama, and it’s really messing with my anxiety and concentration. I’m trying to stay positive, though, and keep pushing on. Which means still writing. I haven’t broke my streak yet. It just keeps getting harder to get the words out. I can do this. I can, I can, I can.

Now that the pep talk is over…

Day 8: guard

Today’s story takes place in an alternate reality where the Ark never died and no one was sent to Earth. Everything is just normal. And boring.

Clarke and her friends aren’t exactly the most popular people. That happens when the chancellor’s son is in your group. Nobody likes or trusts Wells, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to fit in. He’s the one that talks Clarke into going to the party.

She tries to enjoy herself, she really does, but it’s obvious they’re not wanted. Running into John Murphy confirms that for her. Sometimes she wishes she could just punch him in his smug face. But when the party is raided, he comes in pretty handy because Murphy always knows the quickest way out of trouble.

Clarke’s lost Wells and her friends, but she’s also lost the guards. All she has to do is make it home without being seen. The coast seems clear right up until she turns a corner and runs right into someone tall with black hair, too many freckles, and an annoyingly cute smirk.

She panics at the sight of his guard uniform, but then realizes he’s just a cadet. She’s dealt with his kind before–dumb kids not much older than her, puffed up on a power trip. She doesn’t take crap from them. And she won’t take crap from this Blake guy either.

Of course Bellamy’s had his fair share of dealings with haughty princesses from Alpha Station that think they can get away with anything because of who their parents are. He’s not going to take her crap. It’s a battle of wills and wit. Who will win?

The End.

Hahahahaha. You’ll just have to wait for the story to be finished to find out the rest. I’m evil like that.


“You’re not even a real guard.”

“Excuse me.”

She taps the spot on his chest where the guard crest should be. “You’re just a cadet.”

Now his partner is rolling. “She’s got you there, Blake.”

Other recaps:
Day 1: survive
Day 2: redo
Day 3: sunshine
Day 4: fear
Day 5: inside
Day 6: share
Day 7: annoy

Stay tuned for my first finished Camp NaNo story. Coming to a blog near you.



Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From the fanfic I’m editing right now:

He squats down and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Clarke, you do so much for us, and we repay you with whining and complaining and making you clean up the mess on your own. You deserve better than that.”

She shakes her head, pushing the plate away.

Bellamy holds it on her lap. “It’s time you let someone take of you for a change.”



My oldest two kids, Meagan (16) and Owen (15), somewhere in Nebraska.

My husband took the kids to Missouri for his mother’s funeral. They left on the 1st and drove 2,000 miles straight through, stopping to sleep in the truck at rest stops. 2k miles in 2 days.

The kids wanted to go on the trip. It would be an adventure they said. Well, they got their adventure. They were on their way home yesterday when the truck broke down. They made it from Missouri to Oregon and are now stranded about 250 miles from home.

We have no idea if or when they can fix the truck. Or if we can even afford to repair it. Which means we have no idea when they can get home. They’re going to be sleeping on the streets soon since we don’t have money for them to keep staying at a motel (that’s money we can’t use the fix the truck). Talk about an adventure!

Meanwhile, I’m at home worrying about them and dealing with the damn cat.


Bellamy meowing for the kids… so sad.

He’s almost 9 months old and doesn’t normally care for the kids bugging him, but he’s been so lost since they left. He often sits outside their bedrooms and cries for them to open the door. When they don’t, he gives me this sad look.

I’ve been trying to give him more attention, but every time I pet him, he gets up and moves a foot away. I’m not going to follow after him. Or he starts biting me. That’s a big nope for me. And he doesn’t like to be held. At all. If you try, he will scratch you to get away.

He’s so sad and depressed, he won’t even play fetch with me. And that’s his favorite thing. Poor guy.

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