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30-30 is Rocking!


We’re starting our SECOND 30k-30d writing challenge in less than 24 hours…at midnight EST, to be exact.

We started our group October first ahead of Nano as all of us have participated before, but aren’t particularly found of the local ML for our area. We don’t like meeting in places that serve alcohol, and not all of us drink coffee or have laptops. In fact, most of our group must use public terminals because they don’t have computers at all in their homes. We’re from a lower income bracket, but our talents are strong! So, we met at the beginning of open registration for Nano at our library and we all grabbed a terminal and attempted to login for this year’s write. Of the initial 20 of us, only two were able to get in (both because they were using laptops and email providers that are not the most popular). Needless to say, we were not amused.

So, we decided to make our own group. Since then, we’ve grown from the 20 to 200. Most of us don’t have computers in our own homes, and the majority of us write by hand. We have poets, too. And, a few artists. We’re offered a 30 day challenge… the rest is open to the individual. Our first challenge has been a success, so we decided to do a Nov challenge as well.

I’m excited about it! Tomorrow, we’re having six different kick off parties across the tri-state area. Two of the groups are going to go to haunted houses. One group is going for pizza. One is meeting at the library for trick or treat, and the last group is meeting in the coffee shops meeting room. I’m going to be trapped at home passing out candy for trick or treat, but I’ll have my laptop set up with Dragon so I’ll still be able to write between the kiddos.

Wherever you are going to write, party, or trick or treat this weekend, be safe! Check your candy before eating it. Look both ways before crossing the street. And run, I mean RUN past the cemetery on your way to the next house! Happy Halloween! Happy Writing! See you next month!


Counting down to Write!


Nano officially opens at midnight…

It’s always these last few hours that leave me chomping at the bit and wanting to race forward. My characters are set, the setting is chosen, a plot is somewhat formed but open to change as the ms proceeds. All in all, I’m all set save for the actual writing. Also, today’s weather just really, really fits for what I was going to write in the opening scene. How cool is that?!!! — feeling excited.

Although I’ve been shunned by the group, I will write on!

A group of friends, both online and offline, have banded together to write for the month of November. We call ourselves the “30-30”. Our goal is a bit more reasonable than Nano’s 50k. We are doing 30k in 30 days. That’s about 2 pgs a day, which can be written in less than an hour for most people. It takes 33 days to develop a habit, so we felt that this would give ourselves the jumpstart that we needed to write every single day. Our facebook group is small with only 12 members, but our main group has grown this last month from just 5 members to over 200! WOW!

Most of our 200 members tried to sign up for Nano’s official site this year and found themselves blackballed. Nearly all have to use public terminals which results in multiple requests from the same ISP…A thing which the official Nano considers to be wrong. So, we decided to team up in our area and write together without Nano. We’re tracking words using our word processors. We’re talking in email and chat. And, we’re setting our own meetings around the tri-state area. Friday night, we’re having a kick-off. Some groups are going haunted housing, some are meeting at the library, or at the local coffee house.

Anyway, Nano got us all started, and that should be acknowledged. We all feel sad for the way Nano has devolved, but we’re remaining strong to our gifts and talents. Our SECOND 30-30 challenge begins at midnight. Enrollment is OPEN by honor system. We don’t have the bells and whistles of the Nano official site, but what we do have is determination to see our writing goals through.

Oh, did I mention that there’s still 15 days left for our FIRST challenge. Reports have it that 196 of our 200 are on target for their writing goals for the challenge. That’s AWESOME! To the four newbies, WELCOME! and we hope you join us for November!

Not to Nano…


As many of you know, I love to do Nano (www.nanowrimo.org) every year. I’ve been doing it every year since the turn of the millennium. That said, in the last two years, there’s been a distinct, and not so friendly, change out there in the world of Nano. I’ve seen a lot of bullying and intimidation in the forums (so much so, that I no longer participate in them) as well as through FB. This year, I found that I, along with all 20 of our writing groupies, have been “blacklisted as known spammers”, why? It appears that we all have the same ISP…well, of course we do, we all use the public library system computers to access the internet. So, needless to say, though I did get into the site via the use of a friends computer, I was unable to address the problem with the Nano people in a private way and had to throw a fit through an unrelated FB message to get to them.

Truthfully, and in all honesty, it’s not worth the hassle. Did I really seriously enjoy both the challenge and the sharing with other authors… YES! Did I enjoy setting a higher goal that would last me longer than a week…YES! Am I seriously annoyed that I had to use a fake name, fake email (which I had to create this week just to participate.)… YES! For a site that promotes that you use your real name, real *, etc. Needless to say, if it’s got me this stressed, even before I pick up a pen or hit a key, then, it’s just not worth it.

A group of us, all Nano REJECTS, have decided to form our own group where we set our individual goals, genres, and styles. We decided to run from October 15 – November 15 so we can all be done before the holiday. It will be nice not to have to hide away trying to meet a writing goal while the family is enjoying the day. All 20 of our writing group has joined, as well as about 50 others who like the date spread, and the freedom of choosing a genre and style. That makes over 70 former Nano veterans and newbies who have jumped ship. The kickoff party was great last night (tons of pizza and pop consumed). Saturday, we’re all meeting at a friend’s farm to write together and have a barbeque complete with a haunted hayride, and followed by going haunted housing!

We’ve even invited a group of artistic individuals to join our group. They are going to do a comparable challenge with their artwork. It’s going to be fun!

Nano might not want us, but it won’t keep us from writing, or enjoying the process!

To all you Nanites who may stumble upon this, I wish you all the luck in the world for reaching your goals and enjoying the month!

The big C is G_O_N_E!


Dadinlaw had surgery Friday to remove two of three brain tumors. It is a huge praise and living example of God’s love for us. Dadinlaw woke shortly after surgery and was able to speak for the first time in months! He can also now use his left hand, and feel his left side. This is better than we could have ever prayed for. We asked for mere survival… we got healing!

the cancer is gone!

The nocardio infection is gone!

The brain tumors are HISTory!

I’m just a little excited, can’t ya tell?

Seriously need a quick answer here from New York City Folks…


Anyone who knows New York City well…
I’m looking for a non-Catholic church in the vicinity of the twin towers memorial…
also a hotel in that same area.

In my story the name of the church appears on page one within a wedding invitation. The couple will be honeymooning the week leading up to that horrid day. The last names of the characters are Berghoffer and Wyndham…both old money names, if that helps.

If you can help with this info let me know in a comment,
please, I need it for my manuscript.



Friday Fictioneers ~ Walking in Heaven


Thank you, Rochelle for once again providing us with such wonderful inspiration. I hope everyone enjoys this light, airy, and joyful story. And, above all, I hope that all is well with your soul! 🙂
Ps. I made it in with 93 words! Yippee!
maui-from-mauna-keaCopyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

‘…Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul.’

I heard the hymn echoing in the vastness around me. Surrounded by the powder-puff clouds, and leaping from one golden sunbeam to the next. I laughed and it echoed out across the universe, bouncing off the planets and stars, seeding the nebulas and clusters with twinkling particles of glee.

‘It is well with my soul, indeed!’ I sang along with the angel voices, my crickety old voice blending in perfect harmony with the saints. I was home at last!

The last jingle…(an open letter to my Native Family and Friends)


Dear ones,

for 35 of the last 43 years of my life I’ve prayed daily for those around me, prayed for those who’ve asked with no questions as to whether or not they believe in God, Our Creator, or not. I done so with a joyful heart and a blessed soul. In fact, I’ve never been happier as when I sat in the quiet of the moment and let my heart sing out the prayers to God for each and every one of you. The thousands of requests have been like a grain of sugar to sweeten my days. I have truly TRUELY LOVED praying for you.

Earlier today, I posted that the end of a life of prayer has been reached…

All my life, I’ve held your requests close to my heart speaking only to the Creator what you’ve shared. You know that I’ve held that trust above all others.

What has happened to change that devotion… well, just this past week, one of those desperate requests came to me from one who seriously suffers and that I know needs constant prayers. I’ve been praying daily for this person for many years as they cycle through their life. Always and ever, I’ve listened with patience and love, understanding their need. This time, when the request came through, it suddenly weighed so heavily upon my spirit that I could not even pray for this person. I could not even utter a prayer that would aid my own spirit to prayer. Suddenly, the prayer, any prayer is a weight to great to carry.

Words cannot express just how utterly and completely this has affected me on all levels. I once told myself when I was a nurse that the day my patients became numbers instead of persons, it would be time to retire. That day came, and I reluctantly left the medical profession. Likewise, I believe that day that praying for souls becomes less than something done with the whole spirit and soul, it is time to step away.

I want you to know that I’ve never felt that the thousands of prayers each week were ever a burden, or any such thing beyond joy… I love each and everyone of you. At Fort Ancient this year, Elder Sid was saying how he saw me sleeping with a smile on my face…. I wasn’t sleeping, I was praying. My spirit was standing in that place where there is no pain, no tears, no suffering, and I was lifting the cares that had been shared with me to the ONE who can answer and heal.

So, I’ve packed my fan, the new jingles gifted to me, and the medicine bundle passed to me through the generations, and the medicine name by which all have come to know me. It will not be opened or used again until Creator wills it.

Until then, I leave you in God’s loving hands.


0800 – Day 1 NanoCamp~ Letter Home


“Hello, mudda, hello, faddah, here I am at camp **#@&%@#(%@#(%#!”

I’ve signed in, got my cabin assignment, and lost my muse somewhere on the bus!

LOL! No, I’m not going to take anything connected to Virtual Camp seriously! It’s all about fun!

What am I writing this month…well, that’s the BIG question, now, isn’t it? Answer: I have no freakin’ clue!

It’s been suggested that I write another book in the Hope Ranch Series… an interesting prospect, but maybe too serious.

It’s been suggested that I write another book in the Designer Disease Series… again, an interesting prospect, but I’m a little burned out on war stories and self-destructive motives of insanity.

It’s been suggested that I pack my backpack and go out and meditate in the wilderness… and, while this thought is very appealing on so many levels it isn’t pitiful, the forecast is calling for scattered storms. We ALL know that if I go out…it is guaranteed that I’ll get wet! Not saying that rain is bad, mind you, but I’m really not in the mood to sit on a boulder, soaked to the skin, trying to write cheerful, happily-ever-after stories. I’d be more likely to use my notebook to start a fire and hide under a tarp beside it.

So, that leaves me on Day1 with absolutely no clue as to where I’ll be headed. Wish me luck…and hey, if you see my muses…can you send them back?

Camp Nano!!! IT’s time to camp out with the Words!



If you look for me in July, I’m at Camp Nano. My Nano name is: Buffalo Starmedicine. This is my profile pic, there this time around. With a face like that… just sayin! By July 31, I should have the rough draft for September Rains ready for a rigorous editing. I’m still awaiting cabin assignment, though.

Back among the living….


1. Sleep caught up ~ check!
2. Memories shared infinitum ~ check!
3. Thank you’s going out to the WWP for the tent and the cot ~ check!
4. Car unpacked ~ in progress!

All in all, I’ve caught up to myself from the weekend! I had a blast! Now, the old homesickness bug is knocking at the door. I always get this way about three days after the powwow. I begin to miss the calm, unstressed environment.

I recieved so many gifts this weekend to help me rebuild the outside that goes with the changes on the inside that I’m still just totally blown away.

Last year was hard, simply hard, and life changing. I had 83 funerals for family and friends. In the end, I packed up all the past. Buried my mother with the only honor I could by gifting her my dearest regalia and accrutrements. It was only fitting. So, to start this year, I had only a single black dress that is a standby. I was able to make a nice baby blue dress, but something was and is missing.

It’s hard to explain. I’ve lived with jingles all my life. I find their sound soothing. More than that, there’s a ministry of prayer that goes with…It’s that I miss most of all. Not having the dress hasn’t kept me from prayers or praying…it’s just NOT THE SAME! I don’t expect a non-native (or even a native) to understand. It’s a heart and soul thing. A balance between the physical and spiritual worlds so to say. So, I’ve spent the last few months in prayers, asking Creator God whether or not I was to continue in this ministry, whether or not to make a new gown (and if I did, what it would be like and how to adjust for my aging joints and pain levels that hamper me from the agressive jingle dances of the modern circle.). I spoke with many a Grandmother about my soul-calling, spoke to the Hataali about the medicine of the prayers and how out of balance I feel without my beloved jingles.

This weekend… well, parts of my prayers were answered. First, I was gifted with a beautiful beaded necklace that (and this is really wild) matched one I had dreamed about a month ago as being part of a new jingle dress! Wow! Then, I was offered new mocs, color and style I’d been considering for this new dress (New $85) at a price ($15) that was well within my price range! As the weekend progressed, many asked for prayers and I was up late into the night on my knees pleading their requests with God.

It doesn’t end there… when I got home, I went to the grocery for milk..stopped by the craft/fabric aisle, and low and behold I saw the fabric I wanted. I checked the price ($4.97 per yd.) and thought I could at least get the yards fro the skirt. When the attendant checked it, it was ringing up at $1.50 a yard! Yippee! I now have ALL the material I need! I went to the mail box and found a small package… three spools of ribbon and 50 of the small cones I was thinking fo using this time. (Tradition is that I cannot buy the cones, they must be freely given). Needless to say, I feel like I’m dancing in the clouds this week.