Day 3: Dream

D: This is such a spoiler, A. A: I know! I know but I can’t help it! D: You must! A: But! But it was so perfect and everything made me cry yesterday but this really made me cry. And I just had to share it, because, crying. D: Who are you, and what have […]

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Day 2: Mouldering Detritus

Aunt Margaret collected bits of silver and books, mouldering paper and the detritus of our families’ lives like other people collected coins, or stamps. D: Moulding Detritus? Oh, that’s just a delightful turn of phrase, A. A: Like it? I thought it was lovely, myself. D: You would. A: Whatever – read on, D. Besides […]

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Day 1: Kicking off – where I left off

I dreamed we were young again. . . We were in Grace O’Malley’s stronghold, the first time we traveled in time… We were bright with the belief we were simply biding our time… that winter day, we had no knowledge of what was to come. And so, Day 1 of Camp Nano begins where I […]

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Ready. Set. Go. Camp NaNoWriMo

Camp NaNoWriMo is kind to me – always has been. I’ve attempted the official NaNoWriMo in November three times, and three times, I’ve failed – or rather, allowed a variety of life events take precedence. I even have a category here dedicated entirely to that failure! I’ve done a camp three times too – and […]

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I wanna rock!

A: I need the music loud and big tonight! D: How about some panpipes? I have a lovely set somewhere over– A: No, D – not any of your bard-y fireside music. I need big – it needs to be heard over a body of water – music. D: Ah, pipes, then? A: And drums. […]

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To the very last

A: Only 1,339 words left! D: Think you’ll make it, A? A: You bet your mother-goddess worshiping Druid arse! D: Is this a thing with you? A: (Snicker). Just wait. It gets better. D: You terrify me sometimes, you know that? A: Only sometimes? Hm. Need to work on that. D: Lovely. Did you have […]

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D Meets Yet Another Guest Blogger

While A is away, the blog still gets to play. Please welcome Marie Ann Bailey, from 1WriteWay. Brittany woke to the sharp odor of damp soil and something else, something familiar, something sweet.  She tried to stretch out her legs.  Her feet touched a solid barrier before her legs were fully straight.  She was lying […]

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