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July Camp NaNoWriMo is DONE

Good day, all!

Book 2 of the Greenshore series is written. Oh, it is rough and only at about 28,000 (of the projected 35,000) words; but it is also accompanied by a few short stories written for background development. All in all, I've hammered out over the 35k word goal this month and am pretty happy with the outcome.

Book 1 is in the hands of three folks whom I REALLY look forward to their feedback (the good, the bad, and the ugly). At the end of the day, I just hope they enjoyed the ride.

It's August now and the high heat of Summer is in full bloom. It's a little easer for me to huddle indoors these afternoons to play around with other writing tasks and expand on my Greenshore universe. That's the thing about this project: its still FUN to write. Speaking of which, I've begun to compile the various notebooks and electronic media into a single (offline) source.

Now that Greenshore has become a fleshed-out entity to me, I don't want to spend a lot of time following up on finding the right note in the right place.

Hoo boy, looking at books 3-5 is going to require no small amount of details when it comes to the individual character plot resolutions...

...and the hooks for book 6's new arc.

-Dave

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