So I decided to go back to camping. I need to get writing again, and I’m hoping this will help with my motivation. What this means is we’re back to the ghost story novella I started working on months and months ago. If you don’t remember, or weren’t around then, Kay is a Ranger at Glacier National Park, and she’s telling all the newb rangers an awesome ghost story. They’re sitting around a campfire, chatting it all up.
With this story, I was taking it scene by scene, from beginning until I finished writing and editing and it was ready for submission. So as I reminder–here we were the last time I posted.
“You’re just telling lies,” Jackson said.
“Fine,” Kay countered. “If I’m telling lies, then I’m telling lies. I’m not going to try and convince you.”
That was mostly because she didn’t truly believe the legend herself. Kay hadn’t every seen this Eira-ghost person anyway. She’d only heard the same stories she was telling and then the continue stories from the previous two years she’d been a ranger there. Certainly that should give her some credit in terms of how truthful what she said was. Apparently with Jackson it gave her nothing.
And now for the new part. 16 sentences. My math goes like this. 19 – 2 – 1 = 16 ;-)
Kay leaned down on her log and wrapped her arms around her legs, staring off into the fire. Slowly she shut out everyone around her and focused on the sounds of the forest and the flames in front of her. It calmed and soothed her, giving her breath when she thought she had none. It was going to be a long summer. They were predicting bad fires from the dry winter, and already it was freezing outside. Shivering as the temperature dropped, Kay focused on nothing other than her own thoughts.
Jackson was an ass. She sighed. Hopefully they’d get along well enough to make it through the summer, and hopefully he wouldn’t be the disappearing kind who’d only make it the first two weeks and crap out on them. Glancing around the fire, she scrunched her nose and dug the toe of her boot into the dirt.
Without another word, she stood up and sauntered back to her bunkhouse. She was glad she’d brought extra blankets. She’d need them for a bit. Shuffling around in her room, she made herself at home and then slipped onto the tiny cot. Closing her eyes, Kay smiled. She was home, home again for at least one more summer.
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