Novel Writing and Podcasting In 30 Days Nov 18

National Novel Writing and Podcast Posting Month 2022

Welcome friend to Create Art Podcast where I help you tame your inner critic and create more than you consume. I am Timothy Kimo Brien your thankful head instigator with over 20 years in arts and education. How I accomplish this is by providing you with commentary, interviews, discussions, and projects that will inspire you to create art. This month I will be podcasting daily and writing a novel in 30 days. I am participating in NaPodPoMo and NaNoWriMo again this year as I did last year and you can hear those episodes here. You will be able to listen and read along with what I wrote for the day. I like to practice what I preach when it comes to art so I am challenging myself to write and having you come along for the ride. It is my hope this inspires you to accomplish your goals with your art and if you would like to share what you are doing email me at timothy@createartpodcast.com

History of NaNoWriMo and NaPodPoMo

NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month began in 1999 as a daunting but straightforward challenge: to write 50,000 words of a novel in thirty days. Now, each year on November 1, hundreds of thousands of people around the world begin to write, determined to end the month with 50,000 words of a brand-new novel. They enter the month as elementary school teachers, mechanics, or stay-at-home parents. They leave novelists.

NaPodPoMo: NaPodPoMo* is a month-long event similar to National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. The difference? Well, instead of writing a 50,000-word novel, you post a podcast episode every day for 30 days from November 1st-30th. Use any platform you desire. From full production studio to iPhone app and just about anything in between. The goal is to use the challenge of podcasting daily as a form of podcasting boot camp.

The Writing So Far

18 Nov 2022 words today 1490 words total 23703

Tinley woke up the next morning hearing some sort of commotion outside of their house. Her neck was stiff from laying in Marks lap the night before. She first went to Winnona’s room to check on her, when she got there the memory hit her and she started crying and sobbing at the loss of her child. The noise of her sobs and the commotion outside woke Mark and he jumped out of bed. He ran to Winnona's room to find his wife on her knees crying and inconsolable. He was more than irritated at the commotion happening outside and helped Tinley up and took her back to their bedroom. Once there Tinley lay on the bed and Mark went to investigate the commotion. There were reporters outside his door, none of them had rang the doorbell, nonetheless they were outside making a racket jogging for position to be the first to get the story. Mark furiously opened the front door while still just in his shorts and no shirt and unshaven face.

“You vultures need to get off my property,” yelled Mark with a wild look in his eyes.

“Mr. Bale, is it true that your wife and the mayor have been seen together privately,” asked a reporter from an ally conspiracy online magazine of the followers of Zeno. Most of the other reporters looked at him in shock.

“Who the hell are you and what the hell are you talking about. Get off my property before I throw you into the street,” said Mark.

“So, you aren’t denying that you are a cuck and your wife is seeing the mayor on the side,” asked the same reporter.

As Mark took a step toward the reporter to beat him, police sirens went off and all the reporters turned around to see three police cars with lights flashing pull-up. Detective Courtney was the first to reach Mark as he pushed through the reporters.

“Don’t say anything more, go inside and be with your wife, I got this, and I am sorry,” Detective Courtney said to Mark. “Now for the rest of you, pack up and get out of here, leave this family in peace. You’ll get your story later now get before I have my boys take you in for trespassing.”

“We have a first amendment right to ask questions and a duty to report the news to our subscribers,” said the reporter from the conspiracy magazine.

“You have two seconds to vanish otherwise you will be in the back of my car,” said Detective Courtney. The other reporters went back to their vehicles and gathered around the reporter who had made the accusation.

“Hey that was really uncalled for, who are you and who do you work for, “asked one of the local reporters.

“I have credible information that Mrs. Bale is seeing the mayor on the side. It came out on the Alewell Podcast Journal show with Mason Haverty this morning. Didn’t any of you get it. I am Thomas Calder from the Don’t Tread On The Truth Magazine and I am getting ready to post my report later this morning since Mr. Bale didn’t deny what I asked. You heard the encounter or are you too scared to report the truth. And you call yourselves journalists,” said Thomas.

“Thats not journalism, that is slander. Even a freshman reporter knows the difference,” said one of the local reporters.

“You call it slander; I call it a scoop. See you later sheep,” said Thomas as he got in his beat up late model car and drove off. The other reporters got in their vehicles and left the area without incident.

Before Detective Courtney entered the Bale’s house, he spoke to his officers. “I want you waiting down the block and I want you near the entrance to the neighborhood. Let me know if that reporter comes back. I don’t think he has the guts and I don’t recognize him from any other press conference do you guys,” he asked.

“No sir, but he was a real jerk, how can you ask those questions at a time like this,” said one of the officers.

“Even if it is true, I don’t care what people do in their bedrooms, as long as its consensual and legal. Not get out there and pull a watch. I already talked with your commander and your relief should be by before the end of your shift. Let me know later what you guys want for lunch and I’ll grab it, my treat,” said Detective Courtney.

The Detective closed the door behind him and waited in the front hall for Mark to return. Since he had reviewed the video from the cat burglars, he knew his way around but wanted to show that this was the first time he had entered the home. He cleared his throat loudly so that mark could hear him as he knew the main bedroom was just on the other side of the wall.

“Mr. And Mrs. Bale, it’s me Detective Courtney, just shut your front door and the reporters have left,” he called out. He saw the hole in the wall that Mark punched on his way to the bedroom. Mark came out holding his fist that was bleeding. “Hey that’s no way to deal with those guys, let's get you bandaged up, where is your bathroom?” Mark led him to the hallway bathroom instead of the bedroom bathroom. Mark opened the under-sink cabinet where they kept a first aid kit. Detective Courtney opened it up and started to bandage Mark’s hand. “I know a guy that can fix that hole in the wall. I tell ya those wall rats can cause a lot of damage can’t they. How are you and the Mrs. holding up,” asked Detective Courtney.

“What the hell were those reporters doing out there,” asked Mark.

‘Word got out somehow, not from us because we have strict policies on this. We had a press conference yesterday and some nutjob podcaster was asking strange questions. I think he is the source, but I don’t know how he got your name. Have you been contacted by anyone, or have you talked to anyone,” asked Detective Courtney?

“Just her parents, they live in another state. They're shaken up and will be coming into town to help with the final arraignments,” said Mark.

“What about your folks,” asked Detective Courtney.

“I haven’t talked to them since I joined the Air force,” said Mark.

“Is there anyone you can think of that has a beef with you or the Mrs. Anyone at all, even if it is like just a neighbor whose lawn your dog took a dump on,” asked Detective Courtney.

“Well we don’t have a dog, and we have just been here two years so I don’t think we have pissed off any of our neighbors,” said Mark.

“How about work, anyone you may have jumped over to get a promotion or someone who has a beef with your work,” asked Detective Courtney.

“I’m a contractor for the Feds, Energy Department, Human Resources,” said Mark.

“Have you had to fire anyone in the past year,” asked Detective Courtney.

“Nope, I am not in management. I learned to stay out of that racket in the military,” said Mark.

“Okay I am going to ask you a sensitive question. I have seen what you can do to a wall, and I'd prefer you not do it to my face because my other job is a fashion model, is there any truth to what that reporter said,” asked Detective Courtney.

“Absolutely not. Look, I understand why you are asking me these questions and I’m not offended. I just don’t understand why this happened. Plus, I don’t need to go to jail for punching the guy that is going to catch the animal that did this,” said Mark.

“I like the way you think, and I love your confidence. I have a patrol officer down the block and one at the entrance to your neighborhood, if that guy comes back my guys will stop him. You're not under arrest or anything, you and the Mrs. are free to go, but I would like you to stay in contact with me and let me know when the in-laws come in so I can tell my officers that they are good to go. I don’t know why people do the things they do, and you’d think that after all the cases I have done I’d be the guy to know. All I can say is that whoever did this is not going to get away with it, we will catch them, and they will never see the light of day. Now I don’t want you to go hunting for this person either because I need you to take care of your family and your family needs you to take care of them,” said Detective Courtney.

Reaching Out

To reach out to me, email timothy@createartpodcast.com I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. If you would like to be on the show or have me discuss a topic that is giving you trouble write in and let's start that conversation.