A few announcements:
First, I'm delighted to be participating in the Write-a-thon Google Hangout Event on Sunday, July 6th, and 11:00am (Pacific Time), a broadcast gathering, in which Write-a-thoners will read 10-minute samples of their own works. I will read the opening to my novel Florence Park, and it will be the first time I've read aloud from it, so come tune in and enjoy!
Next, I'm thrilled to announce that thanks to all of you, as of this morning, I'm over half way to reaching my fund-raising goal of $600 for Clarion West. If you know others who might be interested in sponsoring me (and supporting this amazing organization and all of its efforts), please spread the word!
And finally... the statistics: Since last friday (days 7-13 of Clarion West's Write-a-thon), I've written 2811 words of fiction (about 401 per day, on average, and never less than 271 on any given day), so I continue to meet my writing goal of at least 250 words per day and my daily average has increased by 53 words as compared to last week. I've worked on two different projects. In addition to the science-fiction/horror story inspired by Vonda McIntyre's amazing bead creations that I mentioned last Friday, I am also working on revisions to the above-mentioned novel, Florence Park.
And here's your weekly sample of my work (from the bead story):
When we got to her room, Dorothea set her tea on top of the dresser without even tasting it and she took the paper coasters from me and sat down at her table. She cut halfway through each of them, from the outside to the middle. Then she folded and unfolded them a bunch of times, so that they looked like little fans, and she taped the two fans to each other so that they made a single circle that didn’t lay flat anymore, but bent up and down and up and down like the stretchy middle part of an accordian.
“You see that?" she said. "How if you look straight down on it, it has the same area as just one coaster? See how I fit two whole circles into the space of one by forcing its perimeter to rise and fall out of the plane?” I kind of understood what she was talking about, now that she had shown me, so I nodded.
“It’s the same with the bead flowers I make,” she said. “If you flatten out any little part, it will be just like a little part of any circle that's stuck to a plane, but you will never be able to flatten the whole thing.” She handed me the taped-together, ruffled-up coasters and I tried smoothing out the folds, but when I flattened one part, it made the rest just fold up tighter.
“I will teach you more tomorrow,” she said. "Right now, it's time to learn about today."
Then she gave me paper and markers and asked me to draw her a picture of my favorite thing. I drew the library with Hannah in it, but then I thought it might be bad of me if I didn't have Mama in the picture too, so I put her in the yard outside the library, next to the flag-pole.
While I was drawing, Dorothea went back to threading beads onto the peach-colored flower she was building. When I was done, she didn’t say anything. She just took the picture and taped it to the wall above her dresser.
Then she gave me another piece of paper.
“Draw the thing that scares you most,” she said.
I drew the stain on my living room floor.
Thanks for reading, and if you would like to sponsor me, you may do so by visiting my Write-a-thon page.
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