End Of NaNoWriMo 2015 At The Ranch Pen

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NaNoWriMo for 2015 is very nearly a done deal. I think I hit 50,000 words on day 23 and while that is what all participants are trying for, I have a GIANT mess to unravel. I tried to make the story about a particular character, but as I have been going back through the draft the past few days, I have realized I was writing the wrong character’s story. Bummer deal.

All is not lost, however. We old farm gals are used to salvaging things out of the junk pile, so perhaps there is a shining, gold nugget in all those words somewhere to make squeezing out two hours of extra writing time between 5:30-7:30 am almost every day in November worth the effort.

As of this morning, my fellow Oklahomans have racked up over 2,241,000 words in NaNo. Who knows…? There might be a Pulitzer in there somewhere.

Until next time, God bless all y’all. Be careful out there during the holiday season.

NaNoWriMo Week Three At The Ranch Pen

In week three of NaNoWriMo already and over 42,000 words of the rough draft of the sequel to Agnes Campbell’s Hat whacked out. I don’t like this method of writing at all–it is just a huge mess–but since I’ve started, I’ll try to finish.

“But why don’t you like writing like the wind, Danni?” somone might ask.

Well, read the paragraph below for the answer. That literary gem came out of a five minute word sprint where I wrote as fast as I could for five minutes, correcting nothing.

He probably would’ve grabbed a while mans shirt or something maybe britches if thawed been washing which they might note been because hi gather they didn’t do much of that maybe he gathered some leather pants and a leather jacket if that was the case he’d be blasting in it but not getting his skin clustered but being hot summertime the makes indians wouldn’t have been wearing much so however that works maybe young dropped an article of clothing for him knowing he’d be in bad shape for clothes maybe he comes on a white mans house or even and indians on the reservation and borrows some clothes hanging on the ,line the prairie fire might be racing along behind him blowing smoke and cinders o all over him because they’ve got a thirty mine per hour hot wind and the fire is going like a freight train faster than the pony can run does he like to kill the horse does the piny drop dead and leave hi on foot by the time they get to the prairie dog fork of the red there by the whichitas a maybe so because judd fords the suck holes half wishing to get sucked in again but all that happens is its hard for him to get out and he has to go on and he’s tired as all get out and the comanches aren’t too far behind him and if they catch hi m again they;; for sure lift his scalp.


On a good note, my fellow Oklahomans have whacked out over 1,754,000 words as of this morning, and on a worried note, I’m seriously hoping their novels are making more sense than mine. If not, it bodes ill for our future as a civilization.

Thanks so much for reading and God bless all y’all. For everybody in the U.S., have a wonderfully blessed Thanksgiving holiday next week.

NaNoWriMo 2015 Week Two At The Ranch Pen

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The screenshot above shows where I’m at with NaNoWriMo as of this morning. The sequel to Agnes Campbell’s Hat is beginning to take clearer shape in my mind’s eye, but I’m still doing a lot of, “what if this happened ?” and “what if that happened?” questions instead of putting together actual scenes. In week two, I can’t say I like this method of whacking together a first draft. My usual modus operandi for first drafts is having a vague picture in my mind then taking a chapter at a time and s-l-o-w-l-y ironing it out until I feel like it’ll hold up.

So, I don’t know. The jury is still out on this NaNo thing. However, if my brain doesn’t blow up, I’m in it to win it and am over halfway to the 50,000 word mark. On a bright note, according to the stats page this morning, my fellow Oklahomans have logged in over 1,200,000 words. Pretty impressive! I trust the other Okies haven’t written as much gobbledygook as I have.

Thanks so much for reading and until next time, God bless all y’all.

NaNoWriMo 2015 Week One At The Ranch Pen

This is an update of how NaNoWriMo is coming along down at the Ranch Pen. Above is the screen shot from my page this morning. Even though I’ve logged over thirteen-thousand words in the past five days, much of it is encrypted in Ancient Egyptian Pig Latin, so I’m not getting too excited, yet.

I started with my basic storyline figured–I thought–but after I wrote on it for awhile, I despaired for awhile. Then I wrote on it from another direction for a while, then despaired for awhile. Etc. Etc. Then I went back to the original plan. So far this morning, despair has not set in. Maybe this afternoon.

Until next time, God bless all y’all. Over and out.


Rough Drafts At The Ranch Pen


by EK Johnson

by EK Johnson

Danni whacking out a rough draft

There is an event for writers each November called NaNoWriMo  in which participants on Nov. 1, begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30. I had planned to try that last November, but a drunk driver crashed into my son’s pickup at 85 mph+, disrupting many plans. (If you know anyone who drives drunk, do whatever it takes to stop them–the lives they ruin may be more than just their own.)

At any rate, nearly a year has passed and I’m gearing up to try NaNo again. My plan is to whack out the rough draft of the sequel to Agnes Campbell’s Hat while continuing to work on the third book in the Love Is Not Enough Series and do a bunch of other stuff, too.

Agnes Campbell’s Hat is aimed at younger readers who read books in the 35,000 word range, so depending on how the drafting process goes, I may not need to write the entire 50,000 words.

Unfortunately, I’m not hopeful. My rough drafts usually go something like this:

Melba runs into the tootntotem store. Harold I think I just saw that guy with the gun (the small mustachioed man with the orange hat?)

Harold is at chip display (pork rinds?) sullen look.

Why are you just standing there, Harold? Chop, chop. (is she trying to figure out why Harold’s mad? Argument over cracked iPhone screen again? Losing the dog?) (Look up what kind of dog from last book) What’s your problem Harold? Did u not sleep again?

Not after you dug your toe into my shin at three o’clock.

Melba stares. What’s he talking about?

You  woke me up doin’ this–Harold makes grinding toe motion–on my leg. Figured I was breathin on you or something. only got two or three minutes sleep after that.

Melba: Dug into you with my toe? (Is he kidding? The guy with toenails like daggers?)  I know nothing of this so called toe incident, Harold. Do you seriously think I wouldn’t just–makes jabbing elbow motion–and tell you to quit breathing on me?

Harold scowls? You got up and went to the bathroom after that.

Well, the clues are really falling into place, now, Harold. sarcastic You know what this reminds me of? That time I was talking in my sleep*–Melba looks over his shoulder at small guy holding gun coming out bathroom? Harold duck, she yells

Then the poison dart hits her in the forehead? Harold thinks, serves her right now she knows how I feel after toe incident?

What if the gunman rips off his hat and he’s a woman with a mustache? Real? fake? Harold suddenly remembers a recurring nightmare about a man with a little mustache? His mother? Did they think she died a long time ago from the freak farm accident? begins to suspect he was adopted?

What does Harold actually need in scene? Resolution from pain of his past? New cell phone so he catches podcast about missing mob boss for next chapter? Just pork rinds? 

And, on and on.

*Parts of Harold and Melba’s conversation may, or may not, have actually occurred one morning before breakfast. Some names may have been changed to protect the guilty.

I might not have many brain cells left for blogging in November, but we’ll see how it goes. As always, thank you so much for reading what I write. Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy Phillips, Craig & Dean doing You Are God Alone.