This morning writing early and inspired by NaNoWriMo. Uploading and dedicating myself to Curador for this event. 50,000 word goal. Started the morning at 9,800 and finishing the day at 10,545.
From the website itself to compete I had to complete:
Short synopsis:
The idea coming from eating as often as I can at my favorite restaurant Endloylne Joes and taking that helpless but needed walk after overeating a fabulous meal there, the walk leading you down to the private street that sets above the ferry and down this street is a house with a turret that looks over the sound. Inspiring me to think of witches, gardens and crazy Aunts.
Set in Fauntleroy (West Seattle) near the Puget Sound. Daniel a former professional boxer is sent by his Aunts to help around the rambling house that sets just about the shores of the Fauntleroy Ferry. He is suffering from a past that haunts him. Juliet is a healer and this house she lives in belongs to her family.
Novel excerpt:
The turret, bold and rounded stood as sentinel in the trees. He liked it, the eccentric architecture of it. We all need a turret in our lives he thought. He swung his keys in his hand making music with them as he twirled them to land in his palm and looked for a break in the wall to gain entrance to the house. Finally finding it, the break in the wall and taking the concrete steps that climbed steeply into the base of the house and a porch. Instead of going to the door right away he took a right and went into the gardens. At this end there was a green house, small but real, He hated the tacky plastic ones. He wound through the paths of the garden. It wove in and out in the shape of a Spirograph. Spirograph; he thought, man he had not thought of that toy in years he had played with it for hours when he was a kid. The memory made him smile.The yard seemed chaotic, but he could tell it was from talent and not from being unkempt. It had purpose, poise and wild beauty and it was the intent, he knew because of who she was related too.
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