It was a good day with Lady on the Edge. I added a thousand words and took a break to write this blog post and a couple more. It feels good to be back at the keyboard hacking away with two fingers. I did post some picture clues from the writing today on my Facebook page. I think I am closing in on wrapping this first draft. I am hoping to be done with it in time to compete with myself in NaNoWriMo this year.
NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It is an annual event in which writers attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in the thirty-one days of November. I have entered three times and been successful once. It will be difficult this year if I take it on and don’t finish. I
won’t have the fact that I have to work full time as an excuse.
I do have a couple more camping stories to relate before I mark this last trip to the mountains closed and seal it up in my memory. The first tale is one of tragic discovery. The friends that I went camping with bought some new camp chairs for the trip. When the chairs were set up the had not only a cup holder but a holder for a cell phone. I guess it’s a commentary on the times, but a sad one for sure. Who the hell wants to stare at a cell phone when you are surrounded by yellow pines, huckleberry bushes, and a crystal clear river? Get a life, people.
The other story is one of great (tongue in cheek) courage and intrepid heroism. We were sitting around the fire pit one afternoon at about 4 or 5 o’clock. It was still very light outside and to everyone’s surprise, a bat flew into the circle of people and very close to a couple of the ladies. I wouldn’t say widespread panic ensued, but there was a moment or two of high anxiety. The ladies dispersed. The guys just kind of figured it was over and went about their business. Score one for the ladies, it wasn’t quite over. The bat came back a few minutes later.
One of the ladies called out the bat was back and pointed in its direction. Here came the bat flying low in broad daylight through the middle of the camp. It was coming right for me. Though I had little faith in it doing any good, I took a swing at the bat with a small piece of firewood I was carrying. Damn, if I didn’t hit it. It gave a dull thud and the bat went down and never moved again.
Was it rabid? Who knows, it was definitely having a bad day to start with and it just didn’t get any better for the bat. The ladies, however, rested much easier and the writer came away with a tale to tell. Who knows maybe the story will grow with time into a tale of fearless vampire hunters.