LitWridoNaNoWriMo 2004 - The Support Thread

[Guest]

Who the hell gets dinner at 5:30?

That's a normal time to eat, and I don't call it dinner, it's tea.

Which reminds me, must go and mash the spuds and turn the bangers.

Lou

 

[Black Tulip]

Oh well, guess I'll put on the pasta then.



Home alone, so I can indulge in a major way.



I do have a question: anybody out there who can give me the names of the months as the ancient Romans used them? Talking about 14 BC. Old names as used by the Germanic tribes would be ok too.

I know in Dutch, but that is no good as no dictionary, except perhaps a huge and expensive one, has it.

 

[neonlyte]

Oh well, guess I'll put on the pasta then.



Home alone, so I can indulge in a major way.



I do have a question: anybody out there who can give me the names of the months as the ancient Romans used them? Talking about 14 BC. Old names as used by the Germanic tribes would be ok too.

I know in Dutch, but that is no good as no dictionary, except perhaps a huge and expensive one, has it.

BT

Hope this might help.

The Celtic Months
Month Period Meaning
Samonios Oct / Nov Seed-fall
Dumannios Nov / Dec The Darkest Depths
Riuros Dec / Jan Cold-time
Anagantios Jan / Feb Stay-home-time
Ogronios Feb / Mar Time of Ice
Cutios Mar / Apr Time of Winds
Giamonios Apr / May Shoots-show
Simivisionios May / Jun Time of Brightness
Equos Jun / Jul Horse-time
Elembiuos Jul / Aug Claim-time
Edrinios Aug / Sep Arbitration-time
Cantios Sep / Oct Song-time

Roman Calendar introduced in last century BC
Number of Days in Month
Mensis (Month) Origin of Name Ante Caesarem Post Caesarem
Januarius (January) God Janus 29 31
Februarius (February) Februa festivals ¹ 28 28
Martius (March) God Mars 31 31
Aprilis (April) Aprilis ² 29 30
Maius (May) Goddess Maia 31 31
Junius (June) Goddess Juno 29 30
Julius (July) Julius Caesar ³ 31 31
Augustus (August) Augustus Caesar 29 31
September 'The Seventh Month' 29 30
October 'The Eighth Month' 31 31
November 'The Ninth Month' 29 30
December 'The Tenth Month' 29 31

NOTE: Sept - December re-named post Caesar, I'm afraid my source does not indicate the original names. You might prefer to stick with the Celtic - they're prettier?

 

[pop_54]

Lo all

Ta for the support to us all *P* darling

Well up to 6,500'ish, not a bad day actually, managed to avoid all manner of other work... Love to post a snippet but it's a bit politically incorrect for this site as of yet.

Even got a working title, 'My Way, an autobiography with a difference'... although that won't be the final name for it. I'm actually cheating in a way, this will never be published anywhere, it's more for friends and family and to amuse myself... Also to compete in Nano of course.

Tell you what if I get at least two votes here to do so, I'll post a snippet and be damned

 

[Guest]

*WORD COUNT UPDATE*

I'll be updating the word counts again at 10pm GMT (two and a quarter hours time).

Please PM me with your latest.

Cheers!

Lou

 

[Guest]

Lo all

Ta for the support to us all *P* darling

Well up to 6,500'ish, not a bad day actually, managed to avoid all manner of other work... Love to post a snippet but it's a bit politically incorrect for this site as of yet.

Even got a working title, 'My Way, an autobiography with a difference'... although that won't be the final name for it. I'm actually cheating in a way, this will never be published anywhere, it's more for friends and family and to amuse myself... Also to compete in Nano of course.

Tell you what if I get at least two votes here to do so, I'll post a snippet and be damned

Well, here's one vote.

Go for it!

Lou

 

[cloudy]

Well, here's one vote.

Go for it!

Lou

And another for you, Pops.

Care for a shag, you randy pirate?

 

[Black Tulip]

You got two, but a third vote won't hurt either.



Neon,

Thanks for the info but the Celtic won't work. There were no Celts along the Rhine.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Pops...Me votes too.

Weekend off of writing, take vacation next week to make up lost time. Would love a day like some of you guys where I write for hours and produce over 10,000 words.

 

[pop_54]

Bugger, I left the 2 off of 22 votes Ok I'll edit a bit and post it in a minute.

By the way, yes please Cloudy

Lo Lou and Tulip

Won't give you a rose Dingus, we might get talked about.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Won't give you a rose Dingus, we might get talked about.

A cookie would have been nice.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Aaaaah, now, that's more like it! *points to sig*

 

[Dingus Guy]

http://pollyjuice.se/Day6atNaNo.gif

Wow same exact word count, isn't that strange?

 

[neonlyte]

Neon,

Thanks for the info but the Celtic won't work. There were no Celts along the Rhine.

Of course history is always written by the victorious so one can never be precisely certain who was where.

The most recent archeological evidence suggest the Celts in 4C BC occupied territory from Northern Spain extending northward to Poland, indeed one of the finest treasures troves of Celtic settlement is currently being excavated at Kracow. The Celts were along the Rhine and across it as excavations confirm.

One of the great problems here is labelling. What some people refer to as Germanic tribes, others call qCelts or pCelts, I can never remember which is which, one lot resided in England. The Germanic tribes joined with the Danes to overun England circa 6C squeezing the AngloSaxons into Wales and Ireland, the AS having previously displaced the q or p Celts in England. The Germanic tribes were happy to run to England since they were being pushed from the East by the Huns who would overrun 'modern Germany' through the 8 & 9C.

So there you have it, the Welsh and the Irish are Anglo Saxons, the English are Germans largely diluted by Vikings, the Norman Invasion wasn't actually French but an off shoot of a Danish Viking dynasty, the house of Rollo, who incidently then went on to occupy Portugal, curiously my wife's Portuguese family name is Rollo. And the English king that the Normans replaced was in fact a Dane.

If you can make any sense of that you've done pretty well, the Celts were along the Rhine, they just had a different name for 'modern' political purposes.

Of course, since the Celts had no written language, it doesn't really matter what the f*** you call the months, cos no one will be able to prove you wrong!

That was fun.

 

[Guest]

http://pollyjuice.se/Day6atNaNo.gif

Wow same exact word count, isn't that strange?

Ya loon.

I love your AV, btw!

Lou (I gave you one. )

 

[Guest]

Bugger, I left the 2 off of 22 votes Ok I'll edit a bit and post it in a minute.

By the way, yes please Cloudy

Lo Lou and Tulip

Won't give you a rose Dingus, we might get talked about.

Here's a back.

 

[Liar]

Mine just tuned really really...dark. Psychological shit. People with lingering traumas, adrenaline addicts, abuse, sexual deviances of the more unhealthy kind, drugs, lies and thinner and thinner masks of normality.

This ought to get interresting.

12228 words and counting. Another thou today before the count deadline, or I'll get grumpy.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Ya loon.

I love your AV, btw!

Lou (I gave you one. )

Thanks, but that is Mr. Loon to you!

 

[Guest]

Thanks, but that is Mr. Loon to you!

Oops, sorry, Mr. Loon.

 

[Guest]

Mine just tuned really really...dark. Psychological shit. People with lingering traumas, adrenaline addicts, abuse, sexual deviances of the more unhealthy kind, drugs, lies and thinner and thinner masks of normality.

This ought to get interresting.

12228 words and counting. Another thou today before the count deadline, or I'll get grumpy.

Sounds good!

Mine has gone like that, too, without the drugs. Some seriously nasty and weird shit going on, though.

Lou

 

[pop_54]

Mine just tuned really really...dark. Psychological shit. People with lingering traumas, adrenaline addicts, abuse, sexual deviances of the more unhealthy kind, drugs, lies and thinner and thinner masks of normality.

This ought to get interresting.

12228 words and counting. Another thou today before the count deadline, or I'll get grumpy.

Shit Liar mate, you been reading my autobiography for your characters or something


Ok I’ve edited a short section of the early days to try to fall a little into the moral line, but I based the beginning of the tale in 1960 when I would have been aged 12, and I’ve only got as far as 1961 just yet… This of course being a tongue in cheek but relatively accurate autobiographical piece, I need to keep it clean and age free for a few more years yet for Lit purposes… A difficult task considering I’m only writing about the comical or naughty bits of my formative years, unlikely though it sounds and contrary to popular myth, I... like a lot of people... was not born on my 18th birthday.




Chopper made his way through the undergrowth very gingerly so as not to alarm the illicit lovers, I followed at a discrete distance, well about 2 feet behind him, I wasn’t missing this, not every day you got to watch the village bike being ridden by an adult.

Chopper stopped abruptly fearing he’d been heard, I walked straight into him, he let out a little whimper as my toe caught the back of his ankle, “Ah fuck pop, that hurt”, he whispered.

“Shaddup you cunt, they’ll hear us”, I replied in a whisper, God he was such a ponce at times.

We could now clearly hear Delia’s moans and little cries of delight and Barry’s grunts as he humped his prick into her, the occasional mumbled almost indiscernible words as Barry told her what a lovely little fuck she was, what a beautiful little whore. Although we couldn’t yet see them, they were still obscured by the big Oak tree and a few bushes, I mean we couldn’t see them, but we knew bloody well what they were doing, and it wasn’t discussing the weather.

‘What would Barry’s wife make of her husband shagging a ****teen year old girl’, I remember thinking. ‘Maybe she’d go mental and let all the village boys shag her in revenge’, I added as an afterthought.

Barry’s wife was a very attractive twenty something woman, all the local lads had a hot spot for her… and her very short mini skirts… To be truthful, as we all found out a while later, Jane, Barry’s wife, wasn’t averse to putting it about herself, probably why Barry was always on the lookout for a bit on the side, he did rather seem to like them young though, and wasn’t fussy about gender. Possibly why Jane started putting it about, she too liked them young, but was fussy about gender, they had to have a dick… maybe they were just a bit kinky, who knows, who cares, it was fun, I digress more about Jane later… Mmm, Jane.

Chopper was on the move again, very carefully trying to avoid the dead twigs on the ground so as not to tread on one causing a snapping sound that might alarm the lovers a few yards away behind the tree. I too was attempting to avoid such pitfalls as dead twigs and leaves; virtually placing my feet in the indentations Chopper’s feet had left in the soft leaf strewn earth beneath the bushes and trees.

We were not overly successful with this clandestine Red Indian style approach to our target, every twig that snapped beneath a foot sounded like a gun shot echoing through my head, I was sure we’d be heard and the fun would cease immediately behind the tree… I was also sure Chopper and I would be avoiding Barry for a week or two thereafter, thereby avoiding a thick ear from him for messing with his illicit entertainment. I knew full well Barry had been itching to get Delia’s knickers off for a long while, I assumed he’d not be over pleased with if we fucked it all up for him.

Truth was though, Barry was so wrapped up with the task in hand, and with Delia half way to cloud nine with no return ticket or stops on the way, neither would have heard an Elephant approaching through the undergrowth… or for that matter cared.

Chopper veered to the left a little and dived beneath a Box bush, I followed landing on top of him in a heap, more unnecessary noise and commotion, we really were hopeless at this caper, more practice was needed if we were to become expert at dogging in the woods.

“For fuck’s sake pop, do be careful”, chopper whispered, rubbing his arm... which he later claimed I’d almost broken when landing on him.

That boy needed toughening up some, but then we all knew that, Chopper was a little shall we say, girlie natured... which was nice in the right circumstances, hell real girls weren’t always available... but this was not the time or place for girlie boys… Well it was a little later in time, but I won’t go there just at the moment.

“Jesus fuck! I told you didn’t I, told you he was big”, Chopper mumbled, his eyes on stalks almost as he peered out beneath the bush in the direction of the sexually oriented noises.

I was desperately trying to get into position alongside Chopper, it was apparent he could see something I couldn’t at that point in time. “Move over you cunt”, I muttered, as I elbowed him out of the way, resulting in yet another girlie whimper.

I focused my eyes on the scene that greeted me beyond the leaves and twigs through which I was peering; Chopper was right, Barry was big… So for that matter was Delia, just ****teen and she had a cunt like a bucket, hardly surprising given her behaviour up to this point in her life, nympho slut would be understating her true moral make-up.

I was gob smacked, I couldn’t utter a sound for a few seconds as I took in and began to savour the scene I was surveying.

“See I told you he was big”, Chopper repeated in a gruff aroused whisper, fixation with other male members that boy, mind you he wasn’t lacking in that department himself, as I said before, he wasn’t nicknamed Chopper because he cut trees down.

“Yes you would know how big Barry is, being one of his bum boys and all, now shaddup or they’ll hear us”, I snapped a whispered reply, and went back to my observation of the lovers behind the tree, well to the side of it from our viewpoint at this time.

Delia was flat on her back on the ground, completely flat out with her arms by her side, and her legs wide open… like a passive inanimate doll almost… she was completely naked, her clothes strewn around on the ground… Barry was covering her, his shirt unfastened and chest bare, his jeans and underpants down round his ankles. He was propped up on his hands one either side of Delia with his chest and belly clear of her torso. As we looked on in amazement and wonder, Barry was sliding the entire length of his man-sized tool in and out of Delia’s fluffy young cunt slit with slow deliberate thrusts and withdrawals, right in up to his balls… then back out until his fat purple helmet was all but visible… His arse moving the full seven inches of his member back and forth as he fucked it into her relentlessly.

I think I just mumbled, “ Oh my fucking Godfathers… you’re right Chopp’s… he is fucking big”. Or words to that effect.

Of course Barry appeared rather big and manly in that department to a pair of ****teen year old boys, he was about seven inches, and quite fat, not huge by adult standards, but not below average either. The miracle of it all was Delia’s apparent ability to soak up the entire length of the monster cock with a smile on her sweet innocent looking face, and her eyes closed as she drifted about halfway to ecstasy in her depraved young mind.

I sensed a movement along side me, hardly able to tear my eyes from the glistening wet shaft fucking in and out of Delia’s exquisite young plumb I turned my gaze to my wayward friend Chopper alongside me. He was on his side on the ground; his head bent upward watching the beautiful event playing out just about 10 yards from us, I think his tongue was hanging out, I’m not sure, his jeans were unfastened and he was wanking his own rather generous sized tool in a very slow and sensual manner, he was also making little grunting noises as he stroked his Hampton if I remember rightly… he usually did while pleasuring himself.

What I realised later, that I didn’t at the time… well we were young and didn’t know how long this sort of thing went on for normally… Barry was putting on a hell of a show, and so for that matter was Delia. Barry had been in those woods with her for about half hour or more by that time, and he’d been fucking his prick into her for at least 12 to 15 minutes virtually non stop to our knowledge, pretty good going for an illicit fuck with a young teen girl, they were both certainly hogging it, and didn’t appear to be in any hurry to finish. Certainly beat my record of about 6 minutes up to that point in time, average 3 minutes I’d guess.




Well that will have to do folks, any more and I’ll get kicked out of here, you’ll all have to wait until I reach a more appropriate age in the story for more.

Pops.

 

[Liar]

Sounds good!

Mine has gone like that, too, without the drugs. Some seriously nasty and weird shit going on, though.

Lou

Mmm...nasty.

 

[SweaterGrrrl]

nanowrimo

Hi- I found you from a link in nanowrimo's erotica forum. I had no idea there were so many like-minded people!

For nanowrimo, I'm writing (by hand) an erotic romantic comedy, heavy on the erotic. It's day 6 and I have 7735 words, and counting.

--SweaterGrrrl

 

[neonlyte]

Mine is a romance but it is written around a real event that happened in 1992. It involves Satanic devil worship, ritual slaughter, the burning of churches, two brutal murders and Heavy Metal gangs, not to mention booze, drugs and sex. Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, all the above actually happened, I'm using newpaper articles as reference material and writing a fiction around the actual events. The story is about redemption, which is essentially the foundation of the Viking saga's, hardly surprising since they were written by a 13C Christian.

Word count for Nano 18381 + what ever I've written on the new chapter, I'll PM Lou later.

 

[Guest]

Re: nanowrimo

Hi- I found you from a link in nanowrimo's erotica forum. I had no idea there were so many like-minded people!

For nanowrimo, I'm writing (by hand) an erotic romantic comedy, heavy on the erotic. It's day 6 and I have 7735 words, and counting.

--SweaterGrrrl

Hi SweaterGrrrl!

So glad you dropped in to say hello.

Oh yes, many, many like-minded people here. Have you never visited Lit before? Wonderful place, but I am a bit biased!

You're writing by hand? I'm in awe. I really don't know how you do it, I get cramp in no time, if ever I try it.

All the best, keep in touch.

Lou