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NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Gadreille Wed Nov 03, 2010 10:26 am
NaNo in a Nutshell
What: Writing one 50,000-word novel from scratch in a month's time.
Who: You! We can't do this unless we have some other people trying it as well. Let's write laughably awful yet lengthy prose together.
Why: The reasons are endless! To actively participate in one of our era's most enchanting art forms! To write without having to obsess over quality. To be able to make obscure references to passages from our novels at parties. To be able to mock real novelists who dawdle on and on, taking far longer than 30 days to produce their work.
When: You can sign up anytime to add your name to the roster and browse the forums. Writing begins November 1. To be added to the official list of winners, you must reach the 50,000-word mark by November 30 at midnight. Once your novel has been verified by our web-based team of robotic word counters, the partying begins.
Where: You write wherever you’d like. On your computer, on your iPad, on a typewriter---anywhere is fine, just as long as you’re writing!
List of 2010 Participants
Each participant may post below, reserving a space for novel description, excerpts, and general progress. These will be linked above. Further discussion may follow.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Gadreille Wed Nov 03, 2010 10:30 am
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Excerpt #1
- Spoiler:
- I never feel more contempt than at night, when I lay my head down to sleep, exhausted by the day’s events…to find that my mind will not surrender to unconsciousness. Rather, my mind circles through these events, commenting, critiquing on things that might have been done different…and when it runs out of things to think about, rather than sleep it chooses to listen to the sounds that surround me. One would think that growing up in the city, where I did, I would be used to the noises; but every night I hear them anew, they keep me awake and I think about what the noises are representing and the stories behind the cause of such noises.
Some of these noises have stories that are quite boring. The sound of the flimsy tree in the garden scratching against the shutters is one. Some nights this tree is rigorous in its scratching, the wind encouraging it to beat upon the shutters, so that it might succeed in flinging them open so that the wind can invade my home. Other nights, the tree is almost still, teasing me with its almost silent rasp of a scratch, leaving me wondering if I actually heard it at all, or if it was all in my mind’s voice.
Beyond the garden is the street, and there are always noises there. Some of these are more interesting. The clopping of hooves as buggies are pulled down the cobbled road, as those who have business late at night travel to and fro. And what business would a person have at night? Likely, it is not good business. Some buggies rush quickly, a sense of emergency in the quick “clip clop” of the hooves; others have a sense of secrecy, the windows of the closed carriages shrouded by black curtains, the horse pulling slowly as to not gain attention by anyone of importance.
But the most interesting sounds, the most awful, the most intriguing, the noises with little story but are left much to the imagination, come from within the house. I am not meaning the groans of the wooden structure as it bends and settles in the hot and cold; though these can be quite sudden, startling me out of sleep. I mean the noises of the other people of my home, for it is surely not mine alone. My home is a home of darkness, a place where people come that, like others who are out at night, are not up to good business. My house thrives on the darkness, and I was born of it. My house is a place where men come to attain that which they want most; women. The night is full of noises.
Excerpt #2
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I had no idea they were there until a gun cocked and a dark voice said, “hands up, Missy,” and my gut clenched tight. Why had I not seen that Simon fellow? Certainly being robbed was worse than having company! What was I thinking? Why was I so stubborn? Tears fell out of my eyes as the man came closer, holding the gun against my back as he reached for my bag. I begged and pleaded that he not take my things, that I would starve and die, but he didn’t listen. After he had grabbed my things, he felt up my body, very rudely, and took my coin purse and even ripped out the precious items I had sewn into my clothes. “You won’t have to worry, darling, I’ll take care of you,” he said, and then he dropped his gun and grabbed me. It was the same thing all over again, except the situation was far more dire. He was going to rape me, then he was going to kill me. That much was obvious.
I screamed and cried, and fought him with all my might. I must have done well, for he eventually reached for his gun and shoved it into my face, forcing me to lay still. However, trying to rape me with a gun as large as his was proving difficult, as he could not hold the trigger, have the end facing me, and be on top of me all at the same time. The gun was so big I wondered if he shot me this close if it wouldn’t hurt him as well. This seemed to bother him as well, for eventually he dropped the gun and, holding me down, reached into his coat for something else. I took the chance and grabbed his gun and slammed it upside his head, and he fell back with a cry. Then I spun it around so the barrel faced him, and put my hand on the trigger. I had no idea how to fire a gun, but it was a far better state than it had been before. He whipped out his knife, but I stood proudly and he hesitated attacking me. “Drop my things!” I shouted, and again, he hesitated. I stepped forward. “Drop my things you pig fucker, or I will blow your head off!” I had heard foul language all my life, but still this felt foreign out of my mouth, as though I was repeating another language without knowing the details of its meaning.
But then another man came out of the forest, and the first one smiled. It must have been a friend, for suddenly he didn’t fear me. They both stepped forward. “Get back!” I shouted, but I was losing ground. I grimaced, and began to squeeze the trigger…
There was a BANG, and for a moment I thought I had shot him, but I realized that I had not pulled the trigger. Chance ran off with a whinny, and the first man went down with a THUMP, and the second made to take off, waiting a second too long to grab the bag of stolen goods from where the other man had dropped it to try and rape me. I did not hesitate this time, and BANG went my own gun, and the force of it sent me flying backward. I was almost sure I had broken my shoulder, but I stood up anyway to see if I had actually shot him. I had, just barely, hit him on his leg. He dropped the bag and hobbled off into the forest, when a shadow came up behind me and finished what I could not accomplish. I fell back onto the dirt, too hurt, scared and tired to hold myself up any longer. The man gathered my things, I could see as my eyes began to fade, and I wondered if he were stealing from me too. He came to me then, and I shoved the gun over to him, knowing I would not shoot it because I couldn’t bear the rebound, and not knowing that it would not have another shot until I reload it.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m Simon.” he said, and I felt as though the angels had come, and promptly passed out.
I woke up some time later on an unfamiliar horse, in the arms of an unfamiliar man, with a very unfamiliar pain in my right shoulder. “Evening,” he said, realizing that I had woken, but I could not turn to face him, and the mysteriousness of that made me frightened. I saw that Chance was trotting along side us, and I tried to drag myself away from my captor, still delusional from sleep and not realizing that I would merely fall and be trampled. “Whoa, hang on there a minute girl!” and he stopped his horse and helped me off. My shoulder burned fiercely. This man, Simon, I corrected myself, seemed to have a psychic aura, for he knew as soon as he set me down what was wrong.
“Your shoulder is dislocated. If you will let me, I can fix it, but it is going to hurt. Once its fixed it will feel much better though,” he added at the end, as a sort of incentive for me to let him do whatever he needed to do.
I studied him a bit. He was much taller than Chester, with broad shoulders, dark hair and dark eyes. His face was clean shaven but the darkness of his facial hair was shining through anyway. “How do you know how to fix my shoulder,” I asked him, afraid to let him try to fix me.
“I’m studying to be a physician,” he said, “but there is only so much I can learn from old Watsworth. I’m heading to a bigger city to apprentice under some more prestigious names, if they will have me,” he responded. “Here, let me help.”
I grudgingly let him, and he grabbed my arm and yanked and I screamed for surely he must have broken me. But when my eyes could see again, and my fingers could feel again, I could tell that he had done his job. It was many minutes later before I could mutter, “Thank you,” and he helped me onto Chance and we went along the road again.
“Mrs. Murray sent me after you,” he said, some hour later. “You’re Lena MacKenzie, right?”
“Yes. I’ll have to tell her thank you if I ever see her again. I should have saught you out when I had the chance. I wasn’t thinking.” I spoke honestly with Simon for I felt indebted to him perhaps even more than I had to Chester. Perhaps it was because I again realized the fragility of life, and how little control I had over it.
“You were doing well, before I showed up. Many woman would have given up by then, if they were in your situation.” He commented.
“Yea,” I said, remembering all of the whores of my old home.
“Yea?” He said, laughing a bit. “You know your own strength then?”
I looked at him, not finding the conversation the least bit funny. “I know my own limits, Mr. Steward.”
“Ah,” he responded, but said nothing more. What was it about me that was so amusing, I wondered. It was not my plain looks, nor my conversation, nor my intelligence. I supposed it was just my attitude. I refused to let anyone in.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Sunwolf007 Wed Nov 03, 2010 12:34 pm
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Warning about the excerpt:
It is not the start of the novel but the first fight in it. The location is the temple district of Athens and they just got done talking very quickly with the goddess Athena. Both characters are knelling before the goddess but she disappears quickly. That's just so you get some context. Also I am trying a new style trying to mirror what Michael Crichton did in Jurassic Park. Also this is just me writing and not editing so I am sure my quality is down from what you would see in a RP post or well anything else really. If you do end up reading it I would like to know what you thought.
Excerpt:
Warning about the excerpt:
It is not the start of the novel but the first fight in it. The location is the temple district of Athens and they just got done talking very quickly with the goddess Athena. Both characters are knelling before the goddess but she disappears quickly. That's just so you get some context. Also I am trying a new style trying to mirror what Michael Crichton did in Jurassic Park. Also this is just me writing and not editing so I am sure my quality is down from what you would see in a RP post or well anything else really. If you do end up reading it I would like to know what you thought.
Excerpt:
- Spoiler:
“Sounds like a Tartarus of a test.” Alex commented as he stood.
“It sounds like fun!” Cordelia took off running towards the sound leaving Alex only stunned for a moment. We are going to need a battle plan for whatever this is. She has the mark of Poseidon and I have the marks of Athena and Zeus… Alex tried to come up with a plan as he quickly followed Cordelia towards whatever was causing the disruption that was coming for them. Cordelia turned the corner and faced the entryway to the temples and stood still for a second trying to register what was charging at her. It’s head and front feet were that of a female lion, its middle and rear legs were that of a large goat and its tail was held above it’s head ready to strike. The tail ended in the head of a snake. The local legionnaires were trying to clear the panic striken civilians and none were ready to deal with the beast.
“A Chimera!” Cordelia gasped gleefully.
“Aspis!” they both declared at the same moment. Instantly a circular shield appeared in each of their left arms replacing their vambraces. The shield was of four feet diameter and covered a majority of their bodies with the exception being their legs and heads. They both looked at each other and smiled at the other’s choice of weapons. They both knew what was going to happen next but were excited to be proven right.
“Dory!” both exclaimed as a ten foot spear replaced the vambrace on their right arms. Both charged the Chimera trying to get in striking range. The beast reared back and opened its mouth sucking in air.
“High!” Alex declared.
“Low!” Cordelia responded. They stood together with less than an inch separating their bodies. She lowered her shield to guard their legs while he raised his shield and guarded their heads. The beast shot a wall of flames that collided with the shields. She looked up at him and he could see the excitement in her eyes.
“You got a plan oh great godson of Athena?” Cordelia asked.
“In fact I do. You hold it off while I give you something you can use oh great goddaughter of Poseidon.” Alex replied. She looked somewhat shocked that he had figured out her mark. Then she grinned and nodded. The Chimera saw that its fire assault was not working so it stopped spitting flames. She charged the beast screaming a war cry that forced everyone in her path to get out of her way. I pray that Zeus, Athena and Nike are on my side at this battle. Alex took a defensive stance behind his shield. Alex began feeling what was out there that he could use to change the weather.
“Legionnaires deal with the civilians! We have the Chimera!” Cordelia didn’t know what she was going to do when she charged but she was determined to hold the beast off for she didn’t want Alex to gain all the glory. I have no idea what he is going to give me but I don’t even think I will need his help. She thought as she raced towards the ferocious beast. She knew she should keep her distance and with her Spartan spear it would be no problem. The spear’s length was ten feet and with the angle put on it by her shield she knew the distance between her striking and the beast’s striking would benefit her. It was all she needed to know as she closed to her striking distance. The chimera attacked by striking with its long venomous snake tail. She quickly raised her shield and deflected the blow. She thrust her spear where she thought the beast was but met only air. Taking a step back she lowered her shield to locate the beast. It was preparing another fire attack. As the flames raced towards her she rolled out of danger. She thrust her spear forward upon regaining her footing striking the beast. Howling it leapt back a few feet.
Letting lose another war cry she charged the beast again. She thrust her spear deep. The chimera slashed with its lion claws. She raised her shield and deflected the blow. Tugging on her spear she found it stuck in the beast. The snake head slammed into the spear snapping it. The beast took a deep breath. She rolled backwards and crouched behind her shield just as the flames reached her.
“Dory.” She said angrily. The remains of the spear transformed back into the vambrace. She began to feel the heat from the fire. All other sounds were overpowered by the roar of the flames. Her shield began to reach burning temperature. He better hurry up! Then a flash of light was instantly followed by a sound that overpowered the roar of the flames.
Alex didn’t have much weather to work with as it was a clear and sunny day. It took longer than he wanted to put together a raging thunderstorm. The chimera had finally cornered Cordelia behind its flame breath. He wasn’t quite ready but the storm he had conjured would have to do. He ran to the beast’s right side and picked his moment to strike. I have a power too chimera. Alex smiled as a single bolt lightning rained down from the sky and struck the beast. Then the torrential downpour that had been brewing in the clouds let loose. Soon Cordelia was soaked by the downpour. The access rain began running down the street in the waterways cut into the roads. Grinning she began taking control of all the access water. Alex charged the beast but was forced to duck behind his shield as the snake tail cut off his attack. The snake head snapped his spear.
“Dory.” He said and the remains of his spear turned back into a vambrace. He unsheathed the sword that was attached to his shield. A column of water smashed into the face of the beast forcing it back down the street into the side of a building. It looked slightly dazed by the attack as it shook its head.
“Can you encase me in water without drowning me?”
“You would have to lose the shield and sword. I can only cover so much surface area. Why?” Cordelia pulled her short sword from her shield and readied herself. Alex looked at the Chimera and instantly another bolt of lightning stuck it causing it to howl in pain.
“I want to rip its tail off. Then we can get behind it. I can’t get close enough without getting burned without your water cover.”
“You sure that’s a good idea? You sure you’re strong enough?”
“No but so far we haven’t hurt it so it’s time to try something else. Mark of Zeus remember? I may not be Heracles but I think I can rip that tail right off it.”
“May Nike be with you.”
“I hope so too.” Alex said sheathing his sword, “Aspis.”
The Chimera recovered from the last lightning strike and charged at the two demigods. Alex could feel the coolness of the water envelope him. It distorted his vision somewhat but the encasement was total. He let the beast do all the work closing the distance and braced himself for the coming attack. The beast plowed into him charging at full speed. The chimera knocked him over and pinned him to the ground. It lifted its paw and aimed to crush his skull into the ground. He couldn’t see well enough to block the deathblow. He placed his feet wherever they would hold and pushed with all his might. He couldn’t see how far he had thrown the chimera but he knew he had to go for the tail now. He blindly charged as a blur blew past him into the chimera pushing it back further. He ploughed into the beast grabbing blindly. The entire world became distorted and suddenly he found himself lying on the ground looking up at the storm he created.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to drown the thing!”
“Good idea.”
“Couldn’t have done it if you didn’t pin him.”
The chimera struggled and thrashed in the mass of water that surrounded it. Having no footing it couldn’t free itself from its deathtrap. It tried to swim free but there were currents in the mass of water keeping it from the air. It panicked and wildly tried any means to free itself but could not find any. No sound traveled through the water as the chimera’s body stopped moving and gently floated in the mass of water.
“It’s dead…”
“Just making sure.”
The both stood silently and watched the body float in the mass of water as the storm dissipated from the skies. Cordelia released her control over the water and it crashed back to the earth. The water drained away leaving the body of the chimera on the street. Alex felt pain in his arm glancing at it he looked horrified. Two small bleeding wounds marked his arm.
“You have all the same great moves I have… What’s wrong?” Cordelia asked with concern in her voice.
“The snake… I think it bit me…”
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Reffy Wed Nov 03, 2010 12:50 pm
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Excerpt:
Not going to bother reposting all the snippets again in here. They are on AWR
with the original, the working copy, and the New NaNo Alonzo. (Ignoring my mess up on the word "Gully's" 
)
WARNING: THE CONTENT IN THE LINK IS 18+. VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK! SEXUAL, VIOLENT, AND ADULT CONTENT.
http://awritersrecluse.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=nnwm&action=display&thread=3204
NaNoWriMo Profile
Excerpt:
Not going to bother reposting all the snippets again in here. They are on AWR
with the original, the working copy, and the New NaNo Alonzo. (Ignoring my mess up on the word "Gully's" )WARNING: THE CONTENT IN THE LINK IS 18+. VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK! SEXUAL, VIOLENT, AND ADULT CONTENT.
http://awritersrecluse.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=nnwm&action=display&thread=3204
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by xraineyesx Wed Nov 03, 2010 1:47 pm
Raine's NaNoWriMo
Novel Excerpt:
NaNo Notes:
Novel Excerpt:
- Spoiler:
This is what I have thus far. It might not be very good, but I'm winging it right now with pretty much no plan. It's also November, which means no revisions! I am also trying a style I rarely use.
If you take the time to read, I would love to know what you think. :]
Monday, November 1, 2010
9:50 pm
Zelda Wulf crushed her cigarette butt underneath the toes of her red heel, one hand placed firmly on her cocked hip. “Alex,” she stated, exhaling her smoke out of the corner of her Love-That-Red lips. She flicked her green eyes over to his brown ones, looking up at him through her long, black eyelashes.
“Zelda,” he returned the greeting.
She flipped open the lid to her cigarette box – Marlboro Menthol Lights – and tapped one out, taking it between her index and middle fingers. Holding the the teal lighter up, she flicked it, inhaled, and blew out the smoke as she tucked the lighter back into the cigarette pack, putting the entire thing into her little black clutch.
“What do you want?” she said abruptly, shifting her weight and adjusting her posture to face the tall, broad man beside her on the sidewalk. They stood in front of a CVS, and Zelda had been running a few errands – in peace until he showed up to ruin her day.
“Oh, nothing. Just thought I'd say hello to my sister in passing.”
“You never just say hello.”
He grinned at her. It was a sly, crooked grin that revealed white teeth. “Sure I do.”
“Go away, Alex.”
“Awh, c'mon sis. Is that any way to treat your baby brother?”
“Alex.” Her voice was stern; she was in no mood for his antics today.
“Alright, fine,” he began, his voice dropping a bit lower as he became quieter, “I have something I have to show you.”
“Okay,” she drew out the word, addressing him as if he was stupid, “then show it to me.”
“I can't show you here.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“Ugh! Fine!” she exclaimed, exasperated with him already. “Let's go.”
Farica Colins hung up the phone and rubbed her temples as she let out her breath in a sigh. Being a secretary was the last thing she had ever wanted to do. Well... Maybe that wasn't completely true, but it was pretty low on the list when you wanted to be a writer, not stuck answering the telephone and organizing someone else's life and business for $9.25 an hour.
But she was free to go for the day, and every single day at the end of her hours she felt like throwing a celebratory party. She shut down her computer, fished her car keys out of her bag, and snatched up her coffee thermos.
Free! She was free! She felt like shouting it as she walked to her car, a light bounce in her step. Clicking the button on her key-chain twice to unlock the doors of her 2007 Ford Taurus, she climbed in the driver's seat, put the keys in the ignition, and heard the engine come to life.
Just as she had buckled her seat belt, checked her mirrors, and was ready to drive off, a “beep-beep” came from inside her handbag. Fishing out her cellphone, she clicked the button under the “Read” option.
“From: Zelda Wulf
July 19, 2010 5:34 PM
Have imp. info for you.
Meet me at Joe's?”
“To: Zelda Wulf
July 19, 2010 5:34 PM
Yes. Just got off work. See you at six?”
“From: Zelda Wulf
July 19, 2010 5:35 PM
Yes. See you there.”
Farica read the message and dumped the phone back in her bag. Meeting at six gave her just enough time to go home and change, touch up her make-up, and put on different shoes – just enough time, that was, if she really hurried.
Of course traffic would be at its most ridiculous right now. Why would it be anything different when she wanted to go have a cup of coffee with her best friend and get away from work? Stuck in the unmoving line of traffic after managing to squeeze her way onto the street from the parking lot, she sat stationary in her car.
“Ugh!” she exclaimed out loud, letting her face fall forward on the steering wheel.
Zelda sat at one of the ornate metal tables at Joe's with a cigarette in one hand and a steaming latte in front of her. She had her legs crossed over one another, and she tapped her red-heel-clad toes on the air.
She checked her phone. 6:10 PM. No Farica. She had already texted her to ask where she was but had received no answer.
So she had gone ahead and ordered a coffee, taken it outside, and lit a cigarette. Not that she needed another one. She had been chain-smoking since she had left Alex's apartment.
“Damnit, Fair,” she cursed in her own skull as she saw a blue Ford driven by a pretty blonde pull into the parking lot across the street.
Once it had parked, all 5'3” of Farica Colins stepped out of the car. Her black flats touched the pavement and were followed by a pair of light-blue skinny jeans, a black-and-white Rancid shirt, and the angular features of Farica.
“About time,” huffed Zelda after Farica crossed the street and joined her.
“Oh, shut your mouth, hooker,” she shouted, emphasizing “your” and then laughed. “Traffic was horrendous. Let me get a cup of coffee.”
“Shut the fuck up,” snapped Zelda back, laughing as she did so. “Alright, but hurry up. It's important.”
“Okay,” said Farica, sitting across from Zelda at the round table and blowing the steam off the top of her cup of black coffee. The House Blend. “What is so damn important that you couldn't wait a few minutes to tell me?”
“This.”
Zelda dropped a thin book on the table in front of them. It was taller than it was wide and was bound in dark blue. “Blood Moon” read the black, curly letters on the front. Farica had to turn her head to read them as the book was sideways.
She looked up, puzzled. “It's a goddamn book.”
Zelda shook her head. “Not just any book. It showed up on Alex's doorstep mysteriously with a note that only said, “Enjoy.” and nothing else.”
“Alright, so some weird-o has a thing for harassing people with books. Or maybe Alex has a stalker.”
Zelda exhaled huffily. “No,” she stated obstinately, “the author is printed on the inside. It has Alex's name as the author. He's never written this, never even seen it. Someone is using his name.”
“Yeah,” said Farica slowly, “but why? For what reason would anyone use Alex's name?”
“I don't know.” Zelda flipped the book open and showed her the second page – the first was blank – where Alex's full name was printed on the heavy, coarse paper.
“Alexander M. Wulf”
“What is this?” asked Farica quietly, taking the book from Zelda and flipping through the pages.
There was no copyright information, nothing about the publisher, no table of contents – nothing of the usual sort. There was just the first blank page, the page with Alex's name, another blank page, and then the beginning. She looked at the text, reading it slowly and intently.
The page read:
“Two age-old groups are war with one another as they have been for centuries. Both are learned in ancient magics, but the first, the Wulf Clan, possesses and protects a deep and dangerous black magic, which the Foxx Clan has sought for their own malevolent purposes.
The first group were originally humans, practicing white magic for good; however, because of their sinful manipulations
of God's earth and creations, they were condemned to a wolf form for eternity. In this punishment, they can never enter Heaven and are to remain on Earth forever.
The second group, those who used black magic and had destroyed their souls with black smut, spent all of their time competing and generally losing to the white magic. When the second group was punished, they willfully entered into a new form, that of a fox, to attempt to keep up in their competition using deep black magic secrets.
The Wulf knew of an ancient black magic secret that would enable the Foxx to become all-powerful and unstoppable. The second wage their war in an effort to gain dominion over all.
Each group suffers certain parts to their punishment, such as having to hide even in human society. Once a month, the Wulf is forced through a horribly painful transformation into a full-fledged wolf during which they become nearly uncontrollable with lust for human blood. Using their magic, they have prevented any attacks for many years.
The Foxx Clan, too, is faced with such transformation during which they lure humans to their doom and devour them without hesitation. However, the Foxx can bring about their transformation regardless of the moon at any point in time through very dark magic, which is both draining of their energy and difficult to preform.
Because of these attacks, a group of purely human magi exists and hunts both parties in an effort to destroy them. They use a combination of magical skills and weapons to defeat their enemies. This group is deemed the Blood Moons.
It has been twenty years since the Wulfs were first cursed and slightly less than that since the Foxx willingly entered
into a curse upon their very souls. The Blood Moons have only bound themselves together in the past three years, slowly growing into a collective Clan, instead of a loose group of random wanderers wanting revenge for fallen loved ones, fallen loved ones who have been taken by either the Wulf or Foxx.
Although it has been fifteen years since any Wulf has attacked a human, the Blood Moons still seek them and seek their
destruction. They do not discriminate between Wulf or Foxx; if it isn't human, it is a sin and needs to be wiped from the earth. The Wulf are desperately trying to find a way to permanently hide their secret magic – and failing – and they are desperately trying to keep it away from the Foxx who attack now more than ever. With the combined pressure from the Foxx Clan and the Blood Moons, the Wulf are rarely stationary.”
“Have you read any of this?” whispered Farica breathlessly. Receiving a nod from Zelda, she continued, “It's all in the present tense as if it was happening right now. And... the Wulfs...” She was muttering as she turned this page.
“To you, the reader, if you possess this book, keep it close to you as you journey.”
The rest of the page was blank. As was the next one. What kind of book was this?
“This is one helluva creepy book, Zel...” Her tone carried the sentence onward though she said nothing else. “You're sure the note didn't say anything else?”
“Here.”
Zelda passed her a piece of folded paper that was of the same variety as the pages in the book and lit another cigarette.
“Enjoy.”
It was just as Zelda had said. A singular word. Heavy hand-writing. Nothing else. Farica flipped the page over to see if perhaps something had been overlooked. Still nothing.
“What the hell?” she exclaimed, tossing the paper down on top of the book. “Who the hell does this?”
Zelda shook her head, taking a drag. She had no idea, but when she found out, they were going to regret messing with her family. She blew out the smoke, watching the white cloud dissipate, and she knew that someone meant serious business with Alex. They hadn't gone through all of this trouble to make the book line up this perfectly without a reason. This wasn't just for shits and giggles.
But for what then? What could they possibly want from Alex? Were the blackmailing him or just giving him a book that they had written in his name? And if that was the case, shouldn't he be getting royalty fees or something from it?
They had both finished their cups of coffee and were departing.
“Zel?” called Farica as they reached their cars.
“Yeah?”
“Promise you'll be careful? Call me if you need anything?”
“Promise, Fair.”
“And promise you'll check on Alex?”
“Yeah, Fair. Promise.”
“Okay... 'Bye, love.”
“See ya, Fair.”
Farica sat in her round basket chair, settled into the tan, suede cushion with her laptop. Clicking up FireFox, she typed in “www.google.com” and when it had loaded, she typed in “Blood Moon book”.
Amazon came up with a series of books – but they didn't match. The next result was Blood Moon Productions. Not helpful. Next was Next was Hollywood Babylon Strikes Again! || Darwin Porter and Danforth Prince. She didn't even know what that was.
Smithsonian Civil War Studies.
Samhain Publishing: Blood Moon by Rose Marie Wolf.
“Finally!” she thought. But clicking on it led to disappointment, though it was the ultimate coincidence.
Smashwords: Blood Moon – A Book by Ellen Keener. Still a negative.
To Crave a Blood Moon | Book by Sharie Kohler – Simon and Schuster. Nothing.
Blood Moon – Dawn Thomson, Dawn MacTavish, Award-Winning...
An hour later, and Farica had still found nothing. The Internet knew nothing of this book, which meant that it was more than someone who was good at book repairs pranking Alex's ass. Someone created this entire book for this soul purpose. But for what?
She made a loud, unintelligent noise in frustration and slammed her laptop shut, completely forgetting to check her email and such like she normally would. Instead she made a strong cup of coffee and flipped on the television.
Checking the guide, she clicked mindlessly through the channels until she saw “Blood Moon”. And her heart almost stopped. The info revealed that it was a movie from 2001 starring the guy from “Rocky Horror Picture Show” and that it was a horror movie about a band of freaks and Tara the Wolf-Girl who has that disease that makes a person covered in hair. And as far as Farica could tell it was one of those “things are all fine and dandy until someone does something stupid and the shit hits the fan” kind of horror movies. The B kind of horror movie.
It didn't look good.
But she watched it anyway.
Different than she expected, it was... disturbing. Maybe it wasn't scary, but it wasn't pleasant, to say the least.
When it was over, she turned the television off and rubbed her eyes and then her temples. What a day. And then her stomach rumbled.
Shit! She hadn't eaten anything since noon and it was ten'o'clock already. Not feeling up to cooking, she snatched up her car keys and her handbag. It was time for a fast food run. Normally she wouldn't eat McDonald's or anything like it, but sometimes she just couldn't cook for herself.
One drive-thru encounter and twenty minutes later, she was seated comfortably on her couch as she enjoyed one Sweet Tea, one McChicken (hold the Mayo), and one medium fry. Sometimes fast food, salt, and calories were delicious.
Sometimes.
Shit! Again. She hadn't texted Zelda her findings – or lack thereof – about the book. Searching for her phone, McChicken in hand, she texted out the following:
“To: Zelda Wulf
July 19, 2010 10:28 PM
Hey. I searched the book... Found
nothing. Found a bunch of other
Blood Moons but none of them match.
Oh! Also had a creepy as fuck
encounter. Turned the tv on to...
Blood Moon the movie. And no, it
still doesn't match. Ily.”
She clicked “Send”, dropped the phone, and proceeded to demolish her fries.
“Shoulda got a large,” she thought, still feeling hungry.
Taking her trash to the garbage can in the adjacent kitchen, something brushed against her leg, and throwing her trash in the air, she screamed, “Oh Jesus!”
And then she realized it was her cat Minna. Who was now hiding under the table.
“Awh, sowwy baby,” crooned Farica as she bent down to peer under the table. “Did mommy scare you?”
Minna, a long-furred gray with light green eyes, ventured out from underneath the table, and Farica picked her up and cradled her.
Meow. Meow.
“Meow to you to,” she crooned again.
Meow.
Shit! For the third time. She had forgotten to feed Minna too.
“I'm such a bad mommy!” she exclaimed, putting Minna back on the floor.
She picked up her trash, threw it away, and dug out a can of cat food from the cupboard.
“There you go, baby.”
Minna wrapped around her legs again once more before trotting over to her bowl. It was cermaic and white with “Minna” engraved in black lettering on the front. Paw prints went around the sides of it. It was dorky and cliché, but Farica liked it. She didn't want her baby eating out of any old dish; she wanted her baby eating out of her baby's own dish.
Spoiling her cat could be listed as one of Farica's hobbies. It kept her sane, she sometimes thought.
“Ugh, it's only Monday,” she thought, a sudden wave of tiredness sweeping over her body. She traipsed toward her bedroom, pausing to collect her phone from the couch.
“From: Zelda Wulf
July 19, 2010 10: 42 PM
Thanks for the info... Though
it just makes things spookier!
And sorry about that creepy ass
movie. Ilyt. <3.”
“To: Zelda Wulf
July 19, 2010 10:51 PM
No prob. Going to bed.
Can't believe it's only
Mon. Sweet dreams. Talk
to you tmrw.”
Farica skipped most of her nightly routine other than changing her clothes and brushed her teeth, and she passed out on her bed almost immediately, having just enough time to snuggle up unde her comforter and sheet. She wasn't awake by the time Minna finished eating and leaped into the bed with her, curling up beside her where Minna always slept.
3:11 AM
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
12:18 PM
“I hate Tuesdays,” Zelda groaned as she rolled over and slammed the “Off” button on her alarm clock. She shuffled into the kitchen, yawning as she put the coffee on and flipped the television on to the news. A pretty news-anchor woman with modern bobbed, strawberry-blonde hair that accentuated her angular jaw.
In the middle of the story already, the anchor continued with her report: “At three AM last night. Again, that is the area between third and fifth street. The police are urging every one to be extra careful in this area. Their instructions are to stay in group and to not go out at night.
“And now, our next story -”
Zelda jammed her pointer finger in the power button and reached for her phone. She punched in Alex's number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Voicemail.
“Hey Alex, it's your favorite sister, Zelda. I heard a news story about your part of town, so, um, call me back when you wake up. Love you. 'Bye.”
She hung up the phone, swallowing the lump in her throat as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Flicking the TV back on, she changed to a different news channel in hopes of hearing the rest of the story.
“He's just sleeping,” she told herself. “It's your brother, and it's 7:30 in the morning. No way he's up right now.”
She made a bagel with cream cheese and poured herself a glass of 2% white milk to go with her coffee. Still clicking through the local news stations, she found the story finally. The caption under the anchor read “Kidnap on 4th Street”.
Her eyes widened and a sense of dread filled her stomach, and she picked up the phone again to call her mother.
Anneliese Wulf and her husband, Alexander Wulf I, were Germans who had immigrated to the United States of America in the late 80's.
Her mother answered on the second ring. Of course she did. Anni Wulf was never asleep past seven AM.
“Hallo,” Zelda heard over the phone. Though her parents had moved years ago, they were still thoroughly German, and that meant they still spoke thoroughly German. Good thing German 'hello' was so similar to English, or else her parents would have had their hands full with confused callers.
“Guten Morgen, Mutti,” replied Zelda affectionately. Fluent in German as was her brother, she often spoke in a mixture of German and English with her parents.
“Oh, good morning, Liebling,” her mother crooned over the phone.
“Mutti, have you heard from Alex today?”
“Zelda,” her mother chastised her, “it isn't even eight yet. Of course I have not heard from him.”
“Well... Have you seen the news?”
“No, why?”
“Alex's neighborhood has a police watch on it. Something happened there last night.”
“I'm sure he is fine, Liebling. I will call him and let you know. Oh! I know. I'll text you.” Anni giggled.
“Yes, Mutti,” answered Zelda, “I love you. Have a good day.”
“Ich liebe dich auch. Aufwiedersehen, Liebling.”
“'Bye.”
Zelda hung up the phone and then stared at it for a minute before dialing another number.
“Yes. Sally? I won't be in today... Yes. Family crisis... I'm sorry... Yeah, thank you... Mhm. Have a nice day... Good-bye.”
Nine'o'clock and Zelda and Farica sat in front of Joe's again drinking coffee. Zelda had filled her in on the current situation.
“We need to go to Alex's apartment,” she declared.
“It's too early to play detective,” mumbled Farica in response.
“Fair, this is important!”
“I know.”
Zelda's phone vibrated.
“From: Mutti
July 20, 2010 9:04 AM
hey babby called no answer
yet love you! ! ! : )”
She grinned at her mother's poor texting abilities as she slid out her keyboard to text her back.
“To: Mutti
July 20, 2010 9:05 AM
Ok. Let me know if you
hear from him. Love you
too. : )”
Her grin faded as the meaning of her mother's words sank in – no one had heard from Alex still.
“Well?” inquired Farica.
Zelda shook her head.
In Zelda's car, her phone vibrated again; she passed the phone to Farica who clicked the 'Read' button.
“From: Mutti
July 20, 2010 9:11 AM
called again no answer love
you : )”
Farica read it out loud.
“Tell her okay and love you too.”
Farica sent it.
And then Zelda's phone vibrated almost immediately after.
“You've got a message.”
“So read it, dork.”
“Ohhh,” said Farica, singing the word, “It's from Thomas. He says, 'Hey sexy. What are you doing tonight?' with a wink-y face. So sexy, what are you doing tonight?”
“Shut up.”
“Awh, c'mon, sexy, what are you doing tonight? Wanna come over? Should I tell him you'll be waiting in your apartment naked for him?”
“Give me that!” Zelda snatched her phone away. “And shut your mouth.”
Zelda texted him back as she drove. It was illegal, but she was a master – and a good driver.
Thomas was Zelda's current fling. She went through them like she went through clothes. She was one of those girls who chewed 'em up and spit 'em out, and Farica could hardly keep up with them nor did she much care to try. She had met Thomas once over lunch. He had lasted longer than most of the previous boys, longer than all but one, Mark.
Mark and Zelda had been together for two years when they had parted, and everyone had thought that they were so in love, that they would get married. It wasn't a pretty sight when they broke up, and Farica blamed him for Zelda's inability to get close to another man.
But Thomas was different than the others. Thomas had been around for two months now, and Zelda hadn't even talked about getting bored (that was the excuse she used whenever she was falling for them) or moving on to a new beau.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
3:04 PM
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
“Damnit, Alex!” shouted Zelda. She had been pounding on his door for five minutes now; it was locked, and he wasn't answering, which infuriated her. What was he doing?
“Zel, maybe he isn't here,” suggested Fair mildly. Her voice was quiet but audible, and her tone was level. She shrugged as Zelda turned to look at her.
“Where would he have gone?”
“Work – oh wait, that's right. He works at night. I don't know. Out. Grocery shopping?” she suggested as alternatives to Alex being a lazy asshole who didn't open his door or answer his sister's calls.
Zelda made a scoffing noise in the back of her throat and said, “I'm calling him again.”
Farica rolled her eyes. She had called about thirty-five times, and she hadn't gotten an answer then either. Why would she get one this time? She wouldn't. Of course she wouldn't. And she didn't.
“Fuck!” shouted Zelda, pounding on the door again and letting her forehead rest on the wood under the brass number 5 on the door.
NaNo Notes:
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About my NaNo: As has been stated, I'm pretty much winging it. The inspiration comes from a roleplay I tried - and failed - but the original idea of that roleplay is NOT the story, just a plot device. I have literally not outlining, no character bios, and am trying a style I don't use, so it might not be too good yet. But here's to hoping I hit 50 K anyway!
Be aware that my story contains strong language and will eventually contain violence/gore, I think. I believe it is still within FOGs rules, but this is a cautionary word to anyone who might be offended by reading curse words. (As of now, that's all their is, I think.)
Oh, one last night: there is some German in it. I'm not entirely sure if it's all grammatically correct yet; I haven't double-checked - no revising in November! I was just writing it off the top of my head. There isn't much, and it's explained as to what it says or can be deduced from the context, not that it's really important dialogue to the story. The MC's mother/father are German.
My NanoWriMo profile is located here.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Guest Wed Nov 03, 2010 2:33 pm
I reserve this post but having only moments till I have to go for a while I can't do much else. I will add more tonight.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Ragter the junior greeter Wed Nov 03, 2010 6:09 pm
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- “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said in response. Like earlier in Mrs. Prels room, I was hoping that I looked like something I probably wasn’t. I was hoping that, at this point, I looked fairly bold to him. Considering the cliché evil chuckle he gave soon after, I supposed that I was wrong on that assumption. “Oh, I think you do. For instance, the majority of the dreams you have. They seem so realistic, don’t they? You were able to feel what your friend Alice felt yesterday, in Samantha’s class. You were also able to tell what she was about to say in Elizabeth’s class.” He said.
Oddly, I was focusing on the names he had used instead of what he knew; I didn’t know those were the first names of my teachers. Then again…it wasn’t like a ton of people cared what their first names were. “I..uh, still don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” I said again; despite my intelligence, I made a terrible liar. “Look, I’m going to be straight with you. You’re a vampire. Or rather, you became one, yesterday evening.” He said. Now, sane people would have probably called him nuts; I didn’t.
There was, after all, plenty of evidence to support him. My sensitivity to sunlight (I probably didn’t burst into flames because I was new or something), my almost burnt looking skin, the trouble I had getting to sleep that night. Plus, he also had that site backing him, the one that said that vampires had all that stuff happen to them. Still…I had that all happening to me when I was human (if he was telling the truth and this wasn’t some sick joke). “How do you know all of this?” I asked suspiciously, and he shrugged his shoulder.
“The vampires, they need a human contact, don’t they? It’s not as if they can just venture out into the sunlight, after all.” He pointed out; he did indeed have a point there. They probably couldn’t just venture out into the sunlight. Before I could reply to him, a sudden flash of fear suddenly passed through me; a small frown crossed over my face before understanding came over it. “Say I believe you…would you tell me if you knew anything about where Alice was?” I asked him, and again, he shrugged his shoulders. “Possibly. Do you believe me?” he asked, and after a couple of moments, I nodded my head a little.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Gadreille Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:32 pm
Now that everyone has reserved a spot, discussion may be moved here!
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Guest Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:27 pm
I regretfully had debate today. I am not sure how much I will be able to get done tonight.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Ragter the junior greeter Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:42 pm
That certainly stinks Raptor; you could make it up tomorrow though. Similar to what I'm doing by typing a lot the first few days just in case I miss a day or two.
Story/Plot Spoiler:
EDIT: Question about the Cover Art...does anyone know a good artist who would be willing to do Cover Art? >>
Story/Plot Spoiler:
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- Also, as a side note, I just figured out a way to make it so that my first 10,000 words basically are one long dream with other dreams inside of it. Confusing, to say the least.
EDIT: Question about the Cover Art...does anyone know a good artist who would be willing to do Cover Art? >>
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Sunwolf007 Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:03 pm
I am not having any problems. I just got to write my book review tonight as well but I already hit my word count but I am just short of 6,000. Sigh, and the hockey game starts in a half hour. I know where the story is going next, just got to write it. Well, here goes nothing on a book review paper. 
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Gadreille Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:07 pm
I had a bad day today, but on a better note, Taeo went to grandma's for the evening, so I should be able to finish writing today's requirement while he is gone. I'm already 800 words in, 1200 to go. I like to write 2000 every day so that I may have a few days off. I've probably already said that...
As for cover art, I know Fate was at one point taking commissions. With payment, of course. I am pretty much limited in skill to photo manipulation, so I don't know if I will be any help. I don't know if I will even do cover art for mine, since I really don't know much about it yet.
As for cover art, I know Fate was at one point taking commissions. With payment, of course. I am pretty much limited in skill to photo manipulation, so I don't know if I will be any help. I don't know if I will even do cover art for mine, since I really don't know much about it yet.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Sunwolf007 Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:40 pm
Cover art. Hummm... Could be pretty cool. Didn't think of having anyone make something but maybe I should. Maybe I should look at our art section at FoG for the first time.
Good luck with your writing tonight Ryona. Maybe with no distractions or less distractions you can get the quota done easily.
How is everyone else coming along?
Good luck with your writing tonight Ryona. Maybe with no distractions or less distractions you can get the quota done easily.
How is everyone else coming along?
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Gadreille Wed Nov 03, 2010 10:08 pm
6217 words! I am happy that every day I write a little bit more than I tell myself to. And it is so neat seeing the story unfold...I never thought I could write off the top of my head like this.
Taeo being gone proved to be very helpful in my getting my quota done today. Almost tempted to do more, but I am at a good stopping point.
Also, I just came up with a title...It is now called I won't let you In.
Taeo being gone proved to be very helpful in my getting my quota done today. Almost tempted to do more, but I am at a good stopping point.
Also, I just came up with a title...It is now called I won't let you In.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by xraineyesx Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:08 am
Cover art: TimeoftheEye is a very good artist. Maybe she'd be willing to work with you? I know Sigh is also very good with computer artwork. I don't know if they'd be willing to help, but they might.
My day = 700 ish words. Good thing I was ahead of schedule. I don't think I can write anymore today. This day was just... not good, and I'm too buzzy in the head to work properly.
My day = 700 ish words. Good thing I was ahead of schedule. I don't think I can write anymore today. This day was just... not good, and I'm too buzzy in the head to work properly.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Guest Thu Nov 04, 2010 6:32 am
I have gotten another 500 words done this morning. I think today will be a good day for writing.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Sunwolf007 Thu Nov 04, 2010 11:13 am
I hope so too! I am hoping to pull ahead buy a full day today but we will see how that goes. I know there was some discussion of a thread being created on NoNaWriMo site for FoG and I was wondering if that had happened yet. Or did I read something wrong?
Edit: 1300th post!
Edit: 1300th post!
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by xraineyesx Thu Nov 04, 2010 2:47 pm
Sunwolf, that is what I meant when I brought it up. I don't believe it has been created yet, but it shouldn't be hard to make one. Would you like me to do or would someone else like to do it? I don't mind either way.
Congrats to everyone's who is plowing ahead in their word count. I'm still just a little behind, but I should be able to make that up tonight no problem.
(Oh and congrats on 1300 posts!)
Congrats to everyone's who is plowing ahead in their word count. I'm still just a little behind, but I should be able to make that up tonight no problem.
(Oh and congrats on 1300 posts!)
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Gadreille Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:13 pm
The only problem with making a FOG group on NaNoWriMo is that the site is so darn slow I will probably never be able to post on there. But if you want to make it, I will join.
No writing for me yet today, but not too worried about it. It doesn't take me but an hour or so to write 2000 words.
No writing for me yet today, but not too worried about it. It doesn't take me but an hour or so to write 2000 words.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by xraineyesx Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:18 pm
It's okay, Ryona. Hopefully the site will speed up soon. But yeah, I can make it if no one objects?
And same. I can write about 500 words in 10 minutes if I just keep writing. So it shouldn't be hard to write what I need to write tonight.
And same. I can write about 500 words in 10 minutes if I just keep writing. So it shouldn't be hard to write what I need to write tonight.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Guest Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:32 pm
Ryona Noel wrote:The only problem with making a FOG group on NaNoWriMo is that the site is so darn slow I will probably never be able to post on there. But if you want to make it, I will join.
No writing for me yet today, but not too worried about it. It doesn't take me but an hour or so to write 2000 words.
Lucky you being able to do that. I suppose I could too but I always seem to petter out after short bursts and then have get started again 5 minutes later.
Edit- 1,000th post on Fog by me. ^_^
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by xraineyesx Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:38 pm
Awesome on the post count! Haha.
Sometimes I feel the same way, Raptor. Short bursts and then nothing, but NaNo has been going very well for me this time around and I think that it will be okay, short bursts or endurance writing.
Sometimes I feel the same way, Raptor. Short bursts and then nothing, but NaNo has been going very well for me this time around and I think that it will be okay, short bursts or endurance writing.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Guest Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:57 pm
Over 3000 words now. ^_^
Less than halfway through the Tavern scene. I hope to get that finished today. Maybe make it up to 4000
Less than halfway through the Tavern scene. I hope to get that finished today. Maybe make it up to 4000
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Sunwolf007 Thu Nov 04, 2010 4:17 pm
Nice to see you finally climbing the word count Rapter. And congrats on the post count! I just hit 7239 and I find that I do work in both ways. Earlier today I sat down and wrote for 45 minutes or so with few breaks for checking FoG and NaNoWriMo site but now I write for a about 5 min and then do something online. I guess I don't have a usual writing style. So far I haven't come up with a slow down because of lack of plot. It seems to be writing itself almost. Anyone else having that phenomenon?
Edit: Oh yeah if you make that group or topic for FoG please link it here and I will join it!
So far I haven't come up with a slow down because of lack of plot. It seems to be writing itself almost. Anyone else having that phenomenon? Edit: Oh yeah if you make that group or topic for FoG please link it here and I will join it!
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Ragter the junior greeter Thu Nov 04, 2010 5:21 pm
I pretty much work in both ways too. Sometimes I feel for just typing for a long period of time, and other times I really don't feel like doing that and just do short bursts.
I'm gonna get in contact with Sigh and TimeoftheEye to see if either would be willing to do cover art.
Also, hoping to reach 15k tonight...didn't do it yesterday because I didn't feel like typing up 5k words.
I'm gonna get in contact with Sigh and TimeoftheEye to see if either would be willing to do cover art.
Also, hoping to reach 15k tonight...didn't do it yesterday because I didn't feel like typing up 5k words.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by xraineyesx Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:17 pm
I'll make that group then and link it here for certain. ^^
Congrats to everyone on the word counts.
As far as the plot writing itself, mine definitely is, because I have no plot outlined! Hah. Which at times has made it difficult but it mostly has made it easier in a way, because I can just write whatever I want.
Congrats to everyone on the word counts.
As far as the plot writing itself, mine definitely is, because I have no plot outlined! Hah. Which at times has made it difficult but it mostly has made it easier in a way, because I can just write whatever I want.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Guest Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:21 pm
Mine is I think going to pick up speed as I get farther into it. Getting into a character's head at the beginning can be the hardest part.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by xraineyesx Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:24 pm
I totally agree with that statement. Getting into the thick of things is the hard part, but once it picks up steam, it just keeps rolling.
Addendum to the NaNo group thing: NaNo's site is 'over capacity' and they told me to 'enjoy a cup of coffee' with a picture of a red coffee cup, so that's on hold for the moment. But as soon as it's done, I will let everyone know.
EDIT: The NaNo thread for FOG is here.
Addendum to the NaNo group thing: NaNo's site is 'over capacity' and they told me to 'enjoy a cup of coffee' with a picture of a red coffee cup, so that's on hold for the moment. But as soon as it's done, I will let everyone know.
EDIT: The NaNo thread for FOG is here.
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Re: NaNoWriMo [2010]
by Ragter the junior greeter Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:14 pm
Just got to 15k! Actually, 15,025 to be exact. I don't know why, but it seemed to go by much faster than the rest of the novel.
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