NaNoWriMo and the third Tale of the Unearthly Northwest

So.  This will be my third NaNoWriMo.  I’ve made it to 50,000 words (the thirty day goal of the exercise) twice.  The first time resulted in a trunk novel (as in, this one will stay in the trunk because I wouldn’t want to inflict it on anyone), and the second time resulted in my first Tale of the Unearthly Northwest, Sojourn.

This time I’m writing my third Tale, called Voyage, and so far I’m a bit above schedule.

1683 words yesterday, and 1915 words today (to make the 50,000 word goal, you need to average 1667 words a day for the thirty days).   3598 words so far.

I like deadlines like this, and goals.  And accountability, definitely.   I have a tendency to procrastinate like crazy, so this forces me to get my act together.  It took me almost a year to write Reunion, my second Tale.  I don’t want that to happen again.

So I’ll be making accountability posts here, hopefully on a daily basis.  I suspect (and hope) that Voyage, will be longer than 50,000 words, so I’ll probably wind up going into December.

Any encouragement or firm shoves in the right direction are more than welcome!

Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.

Cover reveal for Reunion

Some of you have seen this already.  And I want to thank Tracy MacShane, who taught me how to cut out a piece of art from its background, which has confuzzled me for a long time.  Thank you, Tracy!

I have done some re-branding for the covers of Tales of the Unearthly Northwest, as well.  Here are the new covers for Sojourn, and for New Year’s Eve in Conconully.  I will be changing those on all of the major sales sites very soon.

 

 

 

 

 

Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.

a stroll around Bradley Lake

I’d have thought, after this past weekend, there wouldn’t be much in the way of leaves left.  I was wrong.  In spite of 40 mph winds and over three inches of rain, the bigleaf maples were still bright schoolbus yellow against the scudding clouds this afternoon.

Bright reflection off of the still water.

Along the trail behind the lake.

There’s a reason they call them *big*leaf maples.

Geese! Flying across the still water.

It was chilly, and it was damp, but it was a beautiful afternoon.

 

Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.