Stealing this from Sandy because it’s a keeper:
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it” might be the underpinning of my whole NaNoWriMo journey.
Stealing this from Sandy because it’s a keeper:
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it” might be the underpinning of my whole NaNoWriMo journey.
We might not be commemorating a battlefield of war per se, but we can continue to respect and continue the work of what created our country.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863
I’m supposed to be writing but I’m having a hard time finding the next thing or the thing after that. So I’m going to take a few minutes to jot down some plot points to get me going. I lost a few words earlier because I realized oops! that I’d rewritten a scene from a few days ago with a different emphasis. So that got changed because it wasn’t editing it was fixing LOL.
Tonight, just a beautiful beautiful moon. Here’s the scene from my front porch with the little solar lights that light up only my front porch for only a few hours at most and then they go off, all by themselves.
I see a few people wandering in from the pages of NaNoWriMo and other far-off locales. Welcome and feel free to look around, explore and comment. This blog is recently migrated so you might encounter some image issues as I continue to fix links etc but for the most part, it’s all good.
Last night I settled down to write and realized I’m writing in these small scenes. I’m having a hard time creating a nice slope to a climax of some kind, although the main action of this part is about to start. This is where the main male protagonist is going to use his developing skills to rescue his friends and others from a potentially dangerous situation while realizing that indeed, this is who he is.
That’s really what all the small scenes are about I suppose, a learning on both sides, me and him, to learn how he reacts, what he thinks about, what he does.
Now the action will turn over briefly to the female lead and her retinue (I want one of those) and we’ll just see how it all plays out.
Man totally rocking out at library computer – fists pumping boogying. I get up to where I can sneak a peek at his screen.
Tony Orlando and Dawn: “Knock Three Times.”
and this. Apparently by giving me a double-fortune cookie.



