It has been such a LONG month...for more than one reason, but the main being this here NaNo thing. There were so many days that I wanted to give up. I wanted to watch TV. I wanted to read a book. My dog was desperate for me to play with her. But instead I scrambled to get in my 1,667 daily word count.
Thank goodness for a few days off and the opportunity to catch up after YALLfest. I finished the challenge, and I'm highly amused at the novel that came out.
So a special thanks to Valerie, Jessica, and Aubrey for keeping me motivated and enduring endless snippets to get their reactions. It was worth the stress.
Here are a few of my favorite parts (that won't make a whole lot of sense by themselves, but enjoy!)
At the Hatter's Tea Party in Wonderland:
Unsure of where the conversation was going, Evie yelled out “Change of seats!” again and was only moderately surprised when everyone started running around again. Evie decided to avoid a bit of the chaos by just scooting into the chair sitting next to her, but was startled when the March Hare decided to lay on the table in front of her, nose to nose, feet crossed and rocking up and down. His chin was resting on his hands and his nose was twitching in a very rabbit-like way.
“I vote the old lady tells us one of her stories,” he said wiggling his very large rabbit ears.
“Old lady?” Evie gasped, placing a hand on her chest in fake disgust. Levi laughed and choked a bit on some tea. “I don’t have any stories of my own.”
“I don’t believe you,” squeaked the Dormouse, who had crawled up on top of the rabbit’s head and mirrored his same position.
“I don’t either,” Levi said, moving down to the seat next to her. “You’re full of stories, Evie. Tell us one.”
She looked at him, so earnest and encouraging, and she felt her heart melt just a little. What story could she tell? What story would he like to hear? What story would entertain the Mad Hatter, and the March Hare, and the Dormouse?
“Once upon a time there was a young girl who lived on a lake,” she started.
“How did she live on a lake? Could she stand on water?” the Dormouse interrupted.
“Well, no. That’s not what I mean. She didn’t actually live on the lake, she lived on its shores,” Evie answered.
“Well, why don’t you say what you mean?” the March Hare said, taking a sip of tea.
“It’s a figure of speech,” Evie tried explaining.
“How can a speech have a figure?” asked the Dormouse.
“What shape did it take?” the Hatter added the conversation. Well, sort of. Evie was feeling like this conversation was going nowhere very quickly.
“Would you like me to continue the story?” she asked, hoping to get everyone’s attention.
“Yes, please,” the Dormouse conceded.
And the lion, despite his fearfulness, was a bit frightening at first glance. It was a lion. He had a full mane and long, sharp claws that clicked on the brick as he walked. But then he would smile, or look at her with his sad eyes, and the fear would disappear. She liked to imagine that he was a bit like Mufasa. He would have been far less terrifying if he had the voice of James Earl Jones. Then she imagined the Tin Man with the voice of Darth Vader and the Scarecrow saying “Ray. People will come, Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom.”
And just because she couldn’t turn her imagination off at that point, she thought about how weird it was that James Earl Jones characters aligned so wonderfully with her fictional travelling companions - Mufasa, the lion; Vader, only really humanoid at the end; and Terence Mann, who liked to hang out in fields.