NaNoWriMo is coming

[Silver_Tyger]

I wrote 22 pages on Saturday which I still need to type up. I’m way behind on character design, but I’m not sure I care.

[3_20_59_or_bust]

I had to take some time off for some paid writing over the weekend - a short magazine article on running - now I’m behind for Nanowrimo.

Gonna have to average about 2000 or so the rest of the month to get there.

Let’s go!

[Anise]

Everybody is doing so well. Yay!

And now, I give you…
30 Days of NaNo, 30 Covers of Death Train: Day 11

Day 12 is coming later this week.

And here’s a TINY excerpt, more on the WP site…

“I don’t think you should sleep in the same… the same room with me,” he said, and instantly cursed himself for saying it.

“I guess I see what you mean,” she said, playing with the tie of her robe. He thought about reaching over and pulling it off with one yank. “If someone came in, that’s the first place they’d look for you,” she went on. “If I was there… well… But where else is there?”

It was too late to say that his bed was the best place for her after all.

And this excerpt is foreshadowing of smut to come-- trust me!

[maggenpye]

Well, with lots of complaining and flashbacks, my current main character (the swap) is back into the plot and I’m back within cooee of the word count.

“Hey, there’s Rob.” Someone said behind me.
And he was there. Bill and Des were talking I could see Bill winding up for a punch line of epic proportions. They missed his arrival and I kept my gaze on them so he didn’t come over. He was laughing with a couple of mates, right behind my chair, all back-slapping shoulder punching boys on the booze. And he was laughing about how he’d escaped from the little woman for the night.
I felt nothing but mild interest as I watched my fists clench on the table in front of me.

[StarvingButStrong]

Well, I just finished the last scene of Act I.

Given that the recommended ratios for a three act structure is: Act 1 - 25%, Act 2 - 50%, and Act 3 = 25%, I’m a little worried.

Unless they’ve suddenly changed November to 48 days long?

[Rushgeekgirl]

Ach. I’m only 10k in and the month’s almost halfway over!

[Silver_Tyger]

I’m at about 24k with more to type up.

[Anise]

Yay! And Act 1 can last as long as you want it to. With Godzilla. And Mothra vs. Hitler’s Ghost.

Anyway, here’s…

30 Days of Nano, 30 Covers of Death Train: Day 12

[StarvingButStrong]

@Anise

Yay! And Act 1 can last as long as you want it to. With Godzilla. And Mothra vs. Hitler’s Ghost.

Heh. No, I’m sorta playing it straight. Just a little murder fest with reanimated corpses and such.

Though I just realized: the fewer people I need to write events/dialog for, the faster things will move.

GO killer zombie!

[Silver_Tyger]

Since we’re sharing tidbits… Former villain, fighting for his and his boyfriend’s lives. If he loses, they both die, but the fights aren’t to the death. Most of the dialogue is in brackets because he’s speaking Chinese (and I don’t want to put ‘I said, in Chinese’ every time).

>>Do I need to kill them?<< It was far too easy for me to drop back into my old role, even after so long. I felt loose, relaxed. Killing would be simple, but I did remember.

Tao Fan hesitated. >>I would rather you didn’t.<<

I smiled lopsidedly and turned my attention to my opponent. >>What’s your name?<<

He scowled as we circled each other. >>Why?<< My casualness was throwing him off. He was ready to fight, his hands up, relaxed and ready. I didn’t fight like that. My hands were at my sides and I faced him head on.

>>I like to know who is trying to kill me.<<

His eyes narrowed. >>Ling Chow.<<

I nodded. I moved in, fast, but as I expected he was faster. I tried to dodge, but then I was on the ground, the breath knocked out of me. I rolled, but he was already there as I rose. He blocked my punch, but not my stab. I smiled at his casual reaction.

>>Stop playing,<< I said. >>I don’t have all night.<<

A grim smile. >>Did you want this knife back?<< Then we were tumbling. I chuckled as my knife slipped between my ribs.

>>Oh, that wasn’t necessary Chow. You see, I have another,<< I purred as I pushed it against his neck. He’d be dead before I bled out. >>Do you surrender?<<

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing below the blade. >>Yes.<< I let him up.

There’s four more fights that don’t go nearly as well for him.

[chrisk]

Hey! Wrimo-ing is going pretty well up here. I’m at 36k+ this morning, and we had one local student reach 50k at the write-in yesterday evening.

I leave on my pilgrimage for the holy land of Nanowrimo (San Fran) day after tomorrow.

[yellowval]

I broke the 25,000 mark! I’m also in way over my head with the subject matter. Why did I decide to write about a murder and have the main character go on trial? So stupid. I should have stuck to lovey dovey crap, profanity, and humorous dialogue like I did last time.

[Yllaria]

Only up to 15k, but feeling satisfied with the result. Congratz to everyone who is keeping up.

[Anise]

Wrote some NC-17ness today! (Very mild compared to what’s coming, but still…)
30 Days of NaNo, 30 Covers of Death Train: Day 13

And here’s a little cookie, just for all y’all…

COOKIE QUOTE OF THE DAY:

“Goodnight, Ginny,” he said, starting to turn away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

They looked at each other. They looked away. She put his hand on one side of his cheek, and he closed his eyes. She leaned forward, forward, and their lips met in a kiss. He knew the triumphant pleasure of finally kissing Ginny Weasley. It went on and on, messy and inexpert and ungraceful, and consuming, and wonderful, and perfect. His hands went round her waist. He had to touch her. He pulled her so close, so suddenly, that the top buttons on her blouse popped open.

She put her hand up to close them. He put his hand over hers to stop her.

“Don’t,” he said. “Ginny, let me… let me see you.”

She knew exactly what he meant; he knew it instantly. “All right,” she said in a whisper.

(a strategic stopping point before the NC-17ness really begins. And trust me, it does…)

[Silver_Tyger]

A reminder for the people who use the Nanowrimo site: please donate. I just did. Today you can win stuff every hour.

[chrisk]

Yeah! I was waiting for this time slot to donate, going to try my luck to win the vintage stickers.

[yellowval]

Quite conveniently, it is payday for me. Donation made!

[Anise]

Maybe tomorrow… it just wasn’t happening today. Very tired. BUT… here’s Day 14!

30 Days of NaNo, 30 Covers of Death Train: Day 14: The Mysterious Door

Mm… tomorrow at Starbuck’s, all holiday drinks are 2 for 1. I feel that this will be very inspiring.

[Anise]

And here we have Day 15! All pretty and shiny.
30 Days of NaNo, 30 Covers of Death Train: Day 15: The Girl on the Bed

[yellowval]

I’m on a roll, and hit 31,844 words yesterday. It should be no problem from here, especially since my characters threw me for a loop and the person who was supposed to be the killer wasn’t the killer and I have to figure out how the real killer did it.

I’m a Mombie today and not thinking straight, so I’m feeling foolish enough to share an excerpt. This is from early on in my story.

“It’s this way,” Iris said, pointing toward the sign.
The sign said “minimum maintenance,” but “no maintenance” would have been more accurate. Patches of deeply rutted gravel peeked through the grass and weeds. We walked in the center, and the weeds slapped against my bare legs, making them itch. At last we reached a high point and Iris stopped, pointing into the distance.
“There it is,” she said.
I looked down her arm and past her finger and saw a patch of blue nestled in the field.
“Let’s take a shortcut,” she said, pulling me into the cornfield.
My parents had lectured me many times about never going into a cornfield alone. I could be lost for hours, they said. Sensing my worry, Iris looked back at me and smiled.
“Don’t worry, I know exactly where we are going,” she said.
We had walked for what felt like hours but was probably about 15 minutes, when we saw two brown lumps up ahead. As we got closer, their shapes became clearer. It was a mama deer and her fawn. We froze and for a few surreal moments we looked at the deer and they at us, before the mama finally nudged her fawn up and they disappeared further into the field. Iris squeezed my hand and we continued on. Not long after, the corn stalks began to thin and I thought I could see blue through them. At last we were at the edge and there it was, a shining pool of water, out there all by itself. My eyes widened. I felt as though we had discovered something entirely new, a place where no human had ever before set foot. We were explorers, Iris and I.
“Have you ever seen anything so wonderful?” Iris asked.
I shook my head. No, I hadn’t. And I was there with her, which made it even better.