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Unfinished Business Chapter 3. #NaNoWriMo

Unfinished Business Chapter 3. #NaNoWriMo

 

-It makes me nervous to put this out into the world. So here is chapter 3. Be kind or brutally honest. It’ll be fine. . . maybe.

 

When I did wake up again, I was surrounded by nurses and doctors. It was an emergency room somewhere

Other than being at the hospital, I don’t know where I am at all.

The redheaded nurse to my right noticed that I was awake. She  said, “Hello beautiful. What’s your name?”

I honestly did not know my name. Who was I? Why couldn’t I remember?

Should I be freaking out right now? It seems appropriate considering.  It’s more than that. I have no idea of who I am at all. I don’t even know my favorite color. Do I have children? A husband? A girlfriend?

The nurse senses that I don’t have a clue. She tries to be reassuring. Her nametag says Audrey. It fits her.

Her red hair is pulled together in a neat and tidy bun. Plus, she is well-manicured. She could be in a cocktail dress drinking martinis just as easily as she’s in nurses scrubs.  I need a name that fits me just as well.

Audrey says that we’ll have time to figure out everything after they get me stitched up. Oh yes, the gash in the back of my head would explain a lot. At least, I don’t have to look at it. I probably was not a nurse in my forgotten life. Did I mention the smaller gash on my forehead? It’s not the look that I was going for when I put on that formerly white sundress. That much I do know.

Maybe I can get some clues about who I am if I look at my face. My new nurse friend agrees to find a mirror as soon as they finish fixing my wounds. I’m a bit nervous about how bad I must look.

The nurses clean up my wounds and bandage as much as they can. The doctor will visit soon they say. It’s not quite a promise. Maybe it’s a promise they can’t keep.

I’m taken to a room on the neuro unit. The doctor does visit eventually. Where else am I going to go? I also don’t have any concept of time. So I don’t complain. Audrey comes back after lunch with a mirror. The shock of seeing myself in that state is overwhelming. Luckily, the doctor makes an appearance. I need a distraction from my face.

Doctor Min is one of the few doctors here with a pleasant bedside manner. She wants to know if I have a name that they can call me. I have to think for a minute. Names have a way of sticking even when you dislike them. So I chose Carrie. It’s a name that I can live with. Maybe I had friends named Carrie at one time. They were probably likeable people.

I suspect that under Doctor Min’s cheerful demeanor is a really strong-willed person. Everyone wants to please her, even me. I don’t think it’s out of fear but respect.  None of the nurses roll their eyes when she leaves the room, which must be a subconscious sign of respect. You know that saying about being small and mighty? It describes Dr. Min down the last detail. She is petite but something about her commands your attention.

My visit to the neurology department lasts about a week. Doctor Min orders tests, tests and more tests. No one can say that she is not thorough. They all conclude what we already know. Blunt force trauma. The tests can’t tell us who did it or their reason. Doctor Min tells me that she wishes she could find out more but she has exhausted all medical avenues.

Audrey stops by on her day off so she can give me a manicure. I think she feels bad about bringing the mirror in too soon. I don’t blame her. I did demand to see my reflection. It was my own fault.  She thinks that if my nails look good then I’ll feel good. It’s a start. I wonder when I can get my hair done. Or brushed. I’m not sure when the last time I had my hair brushed. I ask Audrey if she can arrange for me to get an appointment for a good hair washing. She says, “As soon as the stitches heal. It should be by the end of the week.”

I think the doctors and nurses want to send me away sooner. It’s nothing personal. I’m not sure it isn’t the fact that my hair is a disaster. Not to mention that the head wound and memory loss are not winning me any pleasant houseguest points.

They just don’t know where to send me. No one knows what to do with me after the wounds begin to heal. There is still no sign of my memory. No family members have come to claim me as their mother, wife, daughter or friend. Doctor Min asks the nurses if they have ideas about where to house me for a month or so. Most wish that they could bring me home but they have families and no extra rooms. One jokes that it would be easier if I were a kitten. Who can argue with adding a kitten to the family? However, my favorite nurse, Audrey, volunteers to let me stay with her, even though I’m not an adorable kitten.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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a beautiful distraction

distraction

 

 

So far the book that I’ve been writing is at approximately 12, 250 words. I would get further if I wasn’t stopping to count the words and subtract numbers to figure out how far away I am from 50,000. Hold on, I have to figure it out again. 37,500 more words.

Then I keep thinking that I need to stop worrying about numbers. It’s bordering on a weird obsession. I don’t like numbers or subtraction anyway. They aren’t worrying about me.

Every week, I get an email from Writer’s Digest about how I can give them money for some really super awesome webinar that will help get my writing career to the next level. It’s always tempting, except that the financial figures aren’t on my side either.

Yesterday, I did receive another email from Writer’s Digest about agents that are looking for writers.

I looked at the description of what type of writers they were looking for. It’s never been me. Agents are always looking for something that I don’t have or am not interested in having.

Yesterday, it was me. I fit the description of what a literary agent wants. MEEE!!!

The agent could love my book. Of course, she could hate it too. I’ve only panicked once or twice thinking about rejection.

When I was telling the boyfriend about the possibility of having an agent, he paused “The Following” so he could listen to me. It was kind of a special moment. We never stop “The Following” because we are obsessed. Plus once we stop, one of us can never find the right spot and then we are lost for like five minutes.

Today, I took a chance and let someone else read the first five chapters. I’ve written this story in a vacuum so this will be the first feedback that I’ve had.

I hope that she will be gentle.

distraction by holley-perry featuring autumn home decor

#NaNoWriMo: What People in the Novel are Doing that I’m Not

#NaNoWriMo: What People in the Novel are Doing that I'm Not

Holy crap. It is day four of NaNoWriMo. The people in my novel are starting to actually do things, like have ten cats, meet people and learn how to cook. I’m not personally doing these things . . . it’s totally the characters.

This is what I learned today.

  1. Stevie Nicks has not been working for me during writing sessions. I’m too busy dancing and twirling to write.
  2. I should not keep the phone in the room while writing. This is the time that everyone on the planet chooses to blow my phone up. Don’t call me this month.
  3. I added dialogue mid-stream. It will be ok, I think. I can always go back and add dialogue anywhere and everywhere. There’s a cat lady. Maybe all of her cats could talk. Think of all of the words that ten cats would say right meow. No? Too much? Yes, you are probably write. I mean, right.
  4. We are still not getting a cat. So I put them all in the novel. My kids aren’t amused. Seriously, I’m going to keep writing until the “why aren’t we getting a cat” storm passes. It’s not a no for the rest of their lives. Maybe later down the road.  Let’s get through November first. I mean, let mommy get through November. I’m not sure if I can finish a novel and take care of a cat, as well as remember to shower and do the dishes.

#NaNoWriMo is here!!

National Novel Writing Month aka #NaNoWriMo

It’s officially National Novel Writing month, other people just call it November. Actually, it is day two of the writing festivities.

My word count is a little off on the NaNoWriMo site. I just figured out how to get my novel from my computer with no WiFi to a computer with WiFi. It involves my kids tablet that I downloaded EverNote onto, which was a genius idea. So now I just have to do a bit of re-typing and then some copy and pasting. It’s almost like magic.

If I had WiFi on my computer then I would not get any writing done and that would be sad.

In fact, I should be writing right now. However, I do have a few errands to run. I’m also going to happy hour later. Ok. It’s not really happy hour. It’s coloring at the library, which could possibly be a very happy hour. The rumor is that there will be cookies. Close enough to happy hour for me.

If you want to find me at NaNoWriMo, I’m over here.

NaNoWriMo- Holley4734


NaNoWriMo: First Time for Everything

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Who else will be doing NaNoWriMo this year? This morning, I joined the National Novel Writing Month extravaganza. I have never done NaNoWriMo before so it’s all new and daunting to me.

It comes just at the right time. I’ve been working on a piece that could be a book. It needs work and many, many more words – at least 98,000 more words. I have 900 + words at the moment that I need to upload to the NaNoWriMo site.

I’m good at short posts and essays. The novel is a challenge. It can be done. It has been done before just not by me.

This is my profile at NaNoWriMo. We can be buddies or something.

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