Camp Tales: April 15-21


Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!


This week surprised me. Things I never planned on doing, I did. Things I had never imagined, I manifested. What's the old saying? Life happens while you're making other plans? Yeah, that was this week.


Whole30 update—I got through Easter, and learned to love raw cauliflower rice and coconut cream on my baked potato. I'm past the half-way mark and I can see the finishing line in the distance. I've come so far already that I dare not quit now. I can almost hear the theme music to Chariots of Fire.




Monday, April 15

Thunder! The house is shaking and the cats have run under the bed. I'm writing on a notepad instead of a computer, just in case a stray lightning bolt hits the house.


After the sky clears and I make delicious Grain-free Granola (I'm so tired of eggs for breakfast), I'm back online to research "How Natives celebrate Christmas" for my Moonwaters Christmas Eve Dance of Peace. Since the Moonwaters tribe exists only in my imagination, anything I write about them is fact. How cool is that?


I receive a disturbing email, a warning that our survival is at risk if we don't do something about 5G. I know practically nothing about 5G and promise myself to research online.


I write for a few hours, then take a break to watch television, only to have my program interrupted by the horrific news about the burning of Notre Dame. When I was a Catholic schoolgirl, I chose Joan of Arc as my confirmation name (so I would always remember to be brave) and I read that Notre Dame houses a statue of "The Maid of Orléans." I'm no longer Catholic but I'm feeling very emotional and praying...


Chapter Nineteen: Steffi Sleuth and the Case of the Missing Manuscript

I suppose today's difficult news has put me in a bit of a tailspin because I am struggling. I can't write. Not sure where to go from here, so I have Elm read the first chapter of her latest Steffi Sleuth book. Okay, perhaps it is a filler but it motivates Elm—and me—to keep going. And I got to research and learn a few phrases in Swahili!



Tuesday, April 16

As my total word count during camp is currently under 20,000, I really need to hustle if I'm to surpass my 50,000 word goal. Let us pray...


Chapter Twenty: Three Steps and a Blizzard

What's a Christmas cozy without a natural disaster? The community bands together in this chapter, while Elm grows closer to achieving her Philanthropist badge.



Wednesday, April 17

Oh, no-o-o-o-o-o! My sciatica is back with a vengeance and I'm not sure I'll be able to write today. (The last time this happened I got out of making meals, vacuuming, and emptying the dishwasher, so that's the only plus side.) We'll see what happens but one thing I know for sure is my word count is dismal and I haven't got time for the pain.



Thursday, April 18

Still not feeling a hundred percent better but anxious to get back to Seaglass Christmas as I've missed an entire day of writing. Nah, not feeling it. Decided instead to dust off Lightmover: The Illumination of Silver Violet. It's the sequel to Inn Lak'ech and takes place in Little Blessing, but in an entirely different dimension. Meanwhile, I can hear the Camp NaNoWriMo clock a-ticking. I spend four hours on Lightmover and then I stop.


No matter what I do today, I keep thinking about that email I received about 5G. Yes, I want to help. Yes, I want to do something. But what? I'm a Lightmover, a pacifist, and I have physical issues, besides. Yet the "nudge" is strong. Some unseen force is making me sit at the keyboard and type a brand new blog post about the dangers of 5G. That same force has me planning a new blog series, called "Fight with Light." What the heck?



Friday, April 19

Major change today. HUGE. I lowered my word goal from 50K to 30K. With the new blog series and all the projects (home and work) I need to accomplish this month, I knew something had to give. So I lightened my load and tried not to feel guilty about it. Fortunately, Camp NaNoWriMo allows this and boy, does it feel good to breathe again!


The lightheartedness doesn't last because suddenly I am a writer on an unyielding mission. I spend most of the day researching and writing my Earth Day blog post, "Save Our Planet: #stop5G," ignoring Seaglass Christmas completely. I had not planned on writing anything for Earth Day, but I tend to go with the flow when these kinds of things occur (which have been often in my life) and I'm excited about this opportunity to be of service.



Saturday, April 20

Switching gears to Dorfman's Greatest Bits—once upon a time I spent a lot of late nights in New England comedy clubs. My best friend was a popular stand-up comedian and I was her publicist, so I traveled with her to most of her gigs. I also dated a comic. He was sweet, but apparently tortured because years later I was stunned to hear he had committed suicide.


What I discovered from my backstage experiences is there is a fine line between laughing and crying and most comics I knew were not the happiest of people. Needless to say, I have a lot of personal material to work with for this book. (And why do people say "needless to say" if it really is needless? Asking for a friend.)


Chapter Three

Louie's father throws a gutter ball after learning his son lost his comedy club gig at the bowling alley.


Chapter Four

With his mother and Louie away at the miniatures show, Tony takes the opportunity to do something his mother (and the police) definitely would not approve.



Sunday, April 21

I'm mentally exhausted and refuse to write anything—not even a phone number—today. It's Sunday and I'd rather focus all my energies on nature and my little family. I am also desperately trying to ignore the fact that today is Easter and I need to prepare dinner, which I've decided will be a picnic menu, provided the weather cooperates. The entree and sides I've got covered, but the desserts? Not so much.


A friend once told me that the reason I am addicted to sugar is because I am looking for "the sweetness" in life. Agreed. That is why I am craving platters of milk chocolate bunnies, chocolate marshmallow eggs, multicolor jelly beans, and pretty sugar eggs with miniature scenes inside them. I crave the sweet life. And I'm not the only one in the family. I happen to know that my darling Nick has certain expectations, too, although he says he'd be just as happy with a peanut butter sandwich for Easter. You mean, chocolate peanut butter eggs, don't you?

You see, every year since we met in 1992 on Easter Sunday (yes, really!), I have made Nick an Easter basket filled with his favorite Cadbury chocolates. He has come to expect it—it is our tradition—and I know he'd be disappointed if the Easter bunny skipped our house this year, no matter what dietary program I happen to be on.


So Nick gets his basket today ("Some bunny loves you!") and I get my RX Chocolate Seasalt bars, which are good but not gourmet. Sort of like eating rectangular Tootsie Rolls with nuts.


Easter Picnic: Deviled Eggs, Potato Salad, Broccoli Salad with Tahini, Raisins and Walnuts, Nick's Baked Ham Croissant Sandwich, Date-Sweetened Raspberry Lemonade and Paleo Lemon Bars


(NOTE: We got rained out, but the picnic food was still good!)





Camp Tales is a 4-week series about my writing experiences at Camp NaNoWriMo. Part Four to come!

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