The Duke Died in June My parents raised me the best they could I grew up strong and I did some good When I was a baby, there was a man on the moon When I was little, “The Duke” died in June I learned that people live, and some others die …and summers meant Rhubarb pie in all my fifty years… The war in Nam ended and it was none too soon “The Last Camel (he) Died at Noon” The President, he told a lie He resigned, gave Ford a try Nixon was pardoned, don’t know why …and summers meant rhubarb pie, in all my fifty years… Elvis was dead, and Mother cried A space shuttle launched, and SHE fell from the sky NASA gave it another try Reagan was shot, but he didn’t die ….and summers meant rhubarb pie in all my fifty years… A volcano erupted and blanketed the Earth Female workers, finally paid their worth The Berlin Wall came tumblin’ down Houston, Jackson and Prince now gone The stock market rose, and the twin towers fell The world got sick while the Earth got well Dad and brother, they both died And, I watched again as Mother cried Just like she did for Lady Di ….and summers meant rhubarb pie In all my Fifty Years… When I was a baby, there was a man on the moon When I was little, “The Duke” died in June I learned that people live, and some others die …and summers meant Rhubarb pie …and summers meant Rhubarb pie Ya…summers meant Rhubarb pie! In all my Fifty Years… Copyright Tonia Allen Gould 2020 - All Rights Reserved
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Rising to the #NaNoWriMo Challenge
“What’s that,” you say? No, NaNoWriMo is not something out of Mork and Mindy. And, yes, I did date myself by referencing that quirky sitcom piloted wayyyyy wayyyy back in 1982, but ultimately I digress. #NaNoWriMo is a challenge to pen a 50,000 word novel throughout the entire month of November. Call it what you will, but I love a good a challenge and a challenge is precisely what I needed to finally hammer out my novel, When it Comes in Threes. This story has rested dormant on my computer for a long while because a literary manager friend implored me to change the narrative voice of my original book from an adult to a child for the YA market. If you are a writer, you know changing the whole “voice” of an entire novel is not a simple request. You also know that ultimately changing the voice means a full rewrite, despite what your friend tells you. So, rewriting I am and I’m having one heck of time doing it. Truth is, I prefer this new voice and my new main character, Barley, over the older character I first concocted, and that means I can’t wait to get back to her every night to mold her and shape her to be anything I want her to be.
#NaNoWriMo and everything about it, appeals to my competitive spirit and my ability to thrive on chaos. Why the chaos you ask? Well, silly, one chapter takes me somewhere around 4-6 hours to write, hone and edit, and all that equates to writing into the wee hours of the night when daily parenting, business obligations, phone calls and texts don’t nag and pull at my heartstrings. I’m working from my home office and spending some days an unshowered, make-up-less mess, but I think I can manage to get it all done. If you are competing in the challenge too, and are someone managing to stay somewhat afloat with everything else that comes up during any given day, drop me a line. I’d love to hear from you. Happy Noveling!
Nano-Nano.
