Camp NaNoWriMo: Week Four

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You guys. You guys! Things have gotten intense. The cabin is wrecked. One of my cabin mates has declared herself the new leader of, not just the cabin, but the entire camp. I think the machete has been recently used. I’m starting to think we have a situation on our hands. Did I just see someone in a hockey mask pop out of the lake?!

Okay, being serious for a moment- I think I have officially “lost” this challenge. I set a goal of 10,000 words. And with only seven days left in the month, I am so far behind I’m ashamed to post the number. I’m way less than halfway to my goal. I’d need a miracle to turn this around now.

But that’s OK. Maybe I’ll just be a “rogue” in November. Instead of trying to write a new novel of 50,000 words- I’ll finish this script. I won’t be able to turn it into the word count validator on the NaNoWriMo website, but I’ll be a “winner” just the same. Because writing with a baby in the house is next to impossible. And stealing time to write at work has been very difficult the last two weeks thanks to new responsibilities and upcoming revenue goals.

So even though I haven’t written anything new, I’ll share with you a piece that I had already written. This is the second scene in the script in which Naomi Truth gives birth to her daughter, Triumph, while a teenage Jacob stands watch over the camp.

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EXT. DESOLATE DESERT LANDSCAPE- MIDDAY
The sun beats down on NAOMI TRUTH and JACOB as they ride her motorcycle across the desert. Time passes and the sky turns darker. We watch as the two travel for many days, set up camp, break down camp, eat meals by the firelight, take turns keeping watch for bandits or coyotes. NAOMI TRUTH has grown larger as the days have passed. She is now obviously pregnant despite the military poncho. JACOB has become more self assured and holds a firearm competently.

NAOMI TRUTH
Rides her motorcycle with Jacob on the back, but grasps her stomach and grimaces.

JACOB
(concerned)
What’s wrong?

NAOMI TRUTH
(Stoic)
It’s time.

NAOMI TRUTH
Slows the motorcycle to a stop.

JACOB
Hops off the bike and helps NAOMI TRUTH to steady it as she gets off.

EXT. DESOLATE DESERT LANDSCAPE- NIGHT
A scream is heard echoing across the darkness. A single tent is set up near a fire burned down to embers. A lantern inside the tent casts shadows on the fabric revealing NAOMI TRUTH in silhouette as she labors to deliver her baby. JACOB walks in slow circles around the camp with the shotgun at the ready.

NAOMI TRUTH
Gives one last mighty push inside the tent and her daughter is born.

JACOB
Pokes his head inside the tent to see if everything is alright.

NAOMI TRUTH
(panting)
What is it?

JACOB
Walks fully into the tent and looks.

JACOB
(puzzled)
A girl?

NAOMI TRUTH
(exasperated)
You can’t tell?

JACOB
Squints in the low light and cautiously comes a tiny bit closer to NAOMI TRUTH

NAOMI TRUTH
Huffs with impatience and reaches down to pick up the crying baby from between her legs

NAOMI TRUTH
(smiling with closed, tight lips)
It is a girl.

JACOB
Nods, unsure what to do with the information.

NAOMI TRUTH
Wraps her daughter in the poncho she normally wears and brings the babe to her breast.

JACOB
Looks away hurriedly then ducks out of the tent to continue his watch.

NAOMI TRUTH
Looks down at her baby with the weight of the world on her shoulders. How to care and feed this young one in a world so cruel?

NAOMI TRUTH
I suppose you’ll need a name.

BABY
Coos and gurgles

NAOMI TRUTH
How about Triumph? Triumph Truth. Tri.
You make me want to keep trying.

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