In my quest to write a novel, I have gone to camp as it were, albeit virtually. We are even put into cabins and everything! lol…
Makes me think of when I went to camp YaWaCa I think they called it. I remember I was the only 8 year old in my cabin (Kootenay is was) and I longed to be 9.
The spades say, two lips together, tie them together, bring back my love to me, oh oh oh, what is the meaning of all these fla-ow-owers?
That’s all I recall of one of the songs we sang, while sitting in a circle and clapping hands with each other. Of course I may have even these words wrong lol.
So today is the first day of camp nonawrimo and I have written a whopping (insert sarcasm here) 955 words! A bit short of my daily goal but oh well. Hopefully by the end of July I will have written my self imposed 30,000 words!
Oh and Happy Canada Day!
Here is the beginning of what I wrote (I’m keeping the rest to myself for now) 🙂
Um, where am I? I could hear some faint beeping and people shuffling back and forth. Huh, oh well. What a day, month, hell even entire year! And it all culminates into this final moment of me lying here, alone, in a bed. I’m in a hospital. “Why am I here?” I ask but no one answers, I don’t think anyone can hear me. Did I even speak? I try open my eyes but can’t.
I hear a man’s voice; it seems far away, talking about an accident. Was I in an accident? It’s airless in here; can someone open a window please? Wonder what kind of car I drive. I feel so relaxed right now, yet annoyed. Why can’t they talk louder? As if hearing me, the voices come nearer.
“…brain trauma, we thought it was worse than it is, we were wrong, thank God. She should be just fine.”