Camp NaNoWriMo 2013

So, an update on the fundraiser...I have raised $60 so far from donations. (Click here to take part in supporting NaNoWriMo) A big thanks to those of you who have supported the cause thus far. I am hoping that, like any telethon, there is a surge at the end.

So, I am busy with the 5th Zomblog (Zomblog: Snoe's War) entry for this camp. I am happy to say that, as of this morning, I am 18,000 words in. (Not bad for 9 days.)  So...here is a sneak peek for any who may be interested.

The Escape

What a crazy year! I know that I have a lot of catching up to do. I am sitting in camp with my pencil and a log book that will act as my journal. (The world has been dead for over two decades and one of the first things that people started making is writing material…I credit my father, Samuel Todd for that because of the success of his book.)

I wish I could have kept a journal this past year, I just know that I will be forgetting something…or a bunch of somethings. After all, you try writing down everything that happened to you in the past year, see how much you remember.

Needless to say, that cold morning where I walked into Dominique’s camp and surrendered, there was no way I could keep a journal. I did actually try while I was locked up, but it was discovered by Bruno and confiscated. (Bruno is what I called the monster of a man who was assigned to guard me, I never did learn his real name.)

When Dominique found out that I was keeping a journal…she got really mad. But that is getting ahead of the story. I guess I should start at the beginning—the day I surrendered was a day that would change my life and that of many of the people I know and love. Some for the better, many for the worse. Even with how things are turning out, I did what I felt had to be done at the time.

Was it the right choice?

Some will say yes, others would disagree. Of course they are probably dead and don’t get a vote. The losses that I—that we all—suffered, might not seem worth it when they originally happened. After all, even people who say that they are “willing to sacrifice for the greater good of humanity” don’t often expect that they will end up on the casualty list.

I think one of the most difficult things about sharing this will be when I have to look at my mistakes on paper. How many of you want a tally sheet of all the things you do wrong staring you in the face for the rest of your life? And since I already know that at least three people will be reading this besides my-self, that is three people who get to look at what I have done.

I guess, before I go much farther, I need to say this one thing up front. This is not going to be an apology. I did some things that I am not proud of, but they were necessary at the time. Or at least I felt that way then. I have always heard that hindsight is twenty-twenty. I never knew what that meant. (And actually, Mama Lindsay had to explain to me about eye exams and how they were graded back in the Old World since we don’t have people who specialize in just a person’s eyes. What a waste!)

So when last I wrote, I had given my journal over to Felicia and Bob. Then, I walked down to Warehouse City where Dominique claimed to be holding my mom. I thought it was a bit dramatic for her to paint the message on a flag, but I would soon learn that, if nothing else, Dominique enjoyed the dramatic.