NANOWRIMO Results

Somehow NANOWRIMO determined that I wrote 50,000 words, but in reality I only wrote 5,555 words.  I managed to average 189 words per day if you factor in two weeks of not writing.

Otherwise, I discovered that I can write 100-300 words per day which is an improvement over what I am currently blogging.  That’s great news!  And it shows healing.  I haven’t been able to write in ten years.

I’m very pleased with myself and have a lot of hope that I will eventually write another novel.  I may or may not work on Hattie and George’s story, but I find them interesting characters and want to write more.

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Unwavering Love

Author: LisaBarker
Genre: Memoir

Synopsis

Hattie and Barnard have been married 35 years.  Where do they go from here?  Barnard’s new love interest is the catalyst for a closer look at who they are as a couple and what their marriage has become since they separated and reunited 24 years ago after their daughter’s death.

Excerpt

“Did you make this for me, Hattie?”

It was just days ago when she’d made the scrapbook, putting together mementos from their 35 year marriage. He was touched. She didn’t think he would be. She feared he’d shun it because it demonstrated her love for him and her belief in them. He’d long said she was foolish for hoping he’d feel real love for her. That was what had changed since he’d left her oh so many years ago. He was broken; he didn’t know what love was. He didn’t want to mislead her or break her heart. Again.

But he knew she loved him and he accepted it. He’d stayed after his return.. Until now. Now she was in a hospital and he was in a cab in another city to visit the soul mate he’d found at last. Sure Jeanine was twenty years his junior, but she was full of life, she made him feel young again, free. He felt an excitement he hadn’t felt with Hattie since they were young and dating. Hattie made him feel comfortable. She accepted him the way he was. She cherished him.

Still, love wasn’t enough. They hadn’t had sex in years. He told her she didn’t satisfy him. She took it calmly, though he saw the hurt in her eyes. It didn’t seem to matter to Hattie. Her love for him didn’t waver. She once said, when they were middle aged, that she expected they would have sex and laugh at their goofs as well as the breathless moments and cuddles. But for him, that all came after good sex, and poor Hattie had it the other way around. She was content with stability and familiarity. He yearned four passion and excitement, like when he’d been with Claire. He shouldn’t have left Claire. He’d understood things about her after he left that, had he known it at the time, he would not have left dear Claire-his angel.  But time presented a locked door and he couldn’t go back. He could only bide time with Hattie until he’d found Jeanine.