LitWridoNaNoWriMo 2004 - The Support Thread

[pop_54]

100% anarchy. I was planning 100% planning, but that fell through. Unfortunately, now interest is rising in the story idea I dropped. If I don't control myself I'll have 25,000 words in two stories instead of a true 50,000 word dealie.

Sounds fine to me, I've seen books with multiple short stories in them, as long as they relate in some way, like all contain humans or something

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

Sounds fine to me, I've seen books with multiple short stories in them, as long as they relate in some way, like all contain humans or something

They're so unrealted that their styles are polar opposites. The one I'm working on is a brooding story about nihilism and the futility of hope and the one I was planning was a satire of sci-fi and fantasy about the true nature of heroism.

 

[pop_54]

They're so unrealted that their styles are polar opposites. The one I'm working on is a brooding story about nihilism and the futility of hope and the one I was planning was a satire of sci-fi and fantasy about the true nature of heroism.

Oh dear.

 

[Liar]

Woo woo. Dammit, folks, We're doing fine. Pops is rollin, Lou has the flow, Colly is superhuman... BT got it in control. Who else? Svenska seems to be tapping the keys, and EL too. Quiet, some 800 words/hour is just about what I do too. Just put in more hours, and you're all set.

Everyone, and all those I failed to mention, keep it coming.

I managed 5004 words just before the midnight bell. Active writing time, about 5 hours. Feels good. Only problem is that I need some kind of way to tie all my stuff together and make a decent end to it at the 50 k mark.

#L

 

[pop_54]

Woo woo. Dammit, folks, We're doing fine. Pops is rollin, Lou has the flow, Colly is superhuman... BT got it in control. Who else? Svenska seems to be tapping the keys, and EL too. Quiet, some 800 words/hour is just about what I do too. Just put in more hours, and you're all set.

Everyone, and all those I failed to mention, keep it coming.

I managed 5004 words just before the midnight bell. Active writing time, about 5 hours. Feels good. Only problem is that I need some kind of way to tie all my stuff together and make a decent end to it at the 50 k mark.

#L

Just keep writing mate, an end will come to you eventually, if not, what the hell you reached 50,000. My last years's Nano thing is still basically without a proper ending, I'm still editing the fucking thing Keep up the good work folks, I'm off now before I fall off this bloody chair.

 

[Liar]

They're so unrealted that their styles are polar opposites. The one I'm working on is a brooding story about nihilism and the futility of hope and the one I was planning was a satire of sci-fi and fantasy about the true nature of heroism.

Got that problem too, one part satire/humor, the other almost prose poem.

This is quite a different style than the first excerpt I posted...
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She danced. There was no other word for it. No poetic orgasmatron of syllables and sex that could intensify that sight. A black hair like a waterfall swayed back and forth across her bare back, the opaque blue halter top scattered with deep blue spangles clung on for dear life against the rhythm of her twisting torso, threatening to slip loose at any second. The short, pleated silver skirt slapped her upper thighs like a curtain in erratic draft. Her feet moved to their own melody, and her lips, her blood red lipstick mimicked a monolouge that nobody could hear.

She danced, in every sense of the word, a combination of aincent traditions and futuristic ideals, clashed into one body in motion, always finding a new form for her balance between madness and structure. She danced alone, in a sea of other writhing forms, none that could touch her, none that could ever compare with the girl in the silver skirt. She was not there, not in their world of debauchery and skin parade, although she looked the part, wore that mask to blend in, and stand out all at once. This was her moment, her chance to escape, to enter the cocoon, and live her own agoraphobic utopia for a few, vibrant minutes.
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Oh well, no time for looking back. Write write write. Rewrite later.

#L

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Only problem is that I need some kind of way to tie all my stuff together and make a decent end to it at the 50 k mark.

#L

To quote Robert McKee, You can have flaws, problems, false starts, but wow them in the end, and you've got a hit.

 

[Just-Legal]

FUCKKKK

I am a talentless hack and I want to die.

Wait, thats a forum title

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Dinner time. See you all when I finsh my sketti

*HUGS*

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

Minor plot question for those who smoke, what does nicotine withdrawal feel like?

My main character is going to be routinely denied access to cigarettes throughout the course of the novel and I want to know what that will be doing to him.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Support Thread or Envy Log?

Nicotine denial, I believe Tatelou can speak personally for that one.

Story denial, well...ummm...I wrote a meager 550 words before bed last night, and was happy just to start. Now, I see all these word counts and want to plunge toothpicks in my eyes. Colleen, I am calling X-Files to check up on you. Unreal. You should have the 50,000 mark day 3, eh?

I just can't write like you studs and studettes. I was hoping to see Flicka peetering along at the pace she was last year, not topping 2,000+. I need someone to be slower than me if that is possible. Do any of you work? I am back from work, full belly and now have 4 hours before midnight and want to sneak some football in somewhere. If I get to my target 1,700 words I will be filled with joy, but now I have to buy some toothpicks.

Anyway nice job people! Here is a nana for you.

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Minor plot question for those who smoke, what does nicotine withdrawal feel like?

My main character is going to be routinely denied access to cigarettes throughout the course of the novel and I want to know what that will be doing to him.

More than anything, for me, it was a lot of nervous energy and a very low threshold for aggravation. I was irritable to the nth degree and always ready to explode if the least little thing went wrong.

-Colly

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Hate to show my computer blondeness, but how do you get to the Nano site again?

 

[cloudy]

www.nanowrimo.org

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Thanks Cloudy

20, 020 words seems a good place to stop. Mostly beacuse I am worn out.

This is a smaple, an excerpt of a space combat sequence.

Any opinions on it would be greatly appreciated.

Rebel squirmed in her seat and fidgeted. The blood was pounding in her temples and the clock seemed to be going in slow motion. She had never felt this jacked up and wondered if Cloudy was feeling it too.

“Were coming out of hyperspace, launch on my mark,” Boss called.

There was something sexy about her voice, so confident, even and in control. It was sexy, but not as sexy to Rebel as that soft, confused, shy, ‘I don’t know how’ at the bar.

With the compensators and her flight suit on, Rebel didn’t even feel the lurch of the ship coming out of hyperspace.

“Launch!”

Rebel hit the button and felt her suit try to squeeze her intestines out. She clenched her body, aiding the suit to keep the blood in her core as the G’s forced her small frame deeply into her seat.

As she came out of the chute, her engines kicked and she fought the ships controls. She still wasn’t used to the superb handling of the Corsair. She broke to port, crossing over the lower decks to join Boss and Cloudy on the port side. When she looked up, her mouth dropped open.

The star field was filled, literally filled with ships. Great, silver hulls as far as the eye could see. Far away the huge red disk of starbase five gleamed. A million lights seemed to wink as the Trog attacked. Occasionally, a bright mushroom of flame marked the places where the starbase’s mass drivers found the range.

“Get out here Goose, we’ve got trouble plenty,” Erica called.

“Soon as they get the cables back and attached.”

“Boss, three cruisers have detached from the main body and are headed this way,” the cap officer reported.

“Roger, Hammer, Thunder, Cowboy, where are you?”

“Got your six, Boss,” Thunder laconically replied.

“Rebel? Cloudy?”

“On your wing,” Rebel responded, noticing how high and excited her voice was.

“Here,” was all Cloudy said.

“They’re begining launch operations Boss,”

“Roger, Goose, form up with Lucky and Surfer, wait for them to get more fighters out before you begin your attack runs.”

“Roger that.”

“All right Boss flight, accelerate to attack speed.”

Rebel eased the throttle forward and the sleek fighter leapt forward like a greyhound, quickly gaining attack speed. She was hyped, nervous and now watching as the tiny dots began to grow larger.

“Arm torpedos.”

Rebel flipped the red cover that shielded the arming switch up and flicked the switch on first one, and then the second.

“Rebel, take the one on your side, Cloudy, take the one on yours, I’ll take that big bastard in the middle.”

“I’m on it,” Cloudy replied.

“Rebel?”

She was so excited and concentrating so hard she had forgotten to respond.

“Roger.” she hastily called.

In the black space between the far away cruisers, tiny lights flared to life.

“Enemy fighters, watch yourselves.”

“Let us worry about them Boss,” Thunder called.

She watched as the distance to target quickly fell. Fifty thousand, Forty thousand, Thirty thousand. Suddenly her entire view screen was filled with hurtling missiles. She tensed, but the massive barrage passed by to her port side.

“Ignore them, they’re firing blind, without guidance,” Erica snapped.

Twenty thousand, fifteen thousand, ten thousand. The metal behemoth filled her view screen, blotting out all else. Beams of light streaked out, flashing like searchlights in the dark. The shark nosed prow seemed to be coming right for her and Rebel felt a moment’s doubt. The Boss seemed to sense it and her calm voice settled the butterflies.

“Don’t worry about the point defense batteries, even if they hit they won’t penetrate your shields. Remember what Goose taught you about head on attacks.”

“I’ve got fighters on my scope,” Cloudy called. For the first time rebel heard some emotion in her voice.

“Don’t panic, the ghostdogs will take em. Just watch your launch meter.”

Six thousand, Five thousand, at four the red lights on her HUD went green. Rebel depressed the trigger on her yolk and pulled back hard on it.

“It’s away!” she called as the g forces jammed her back into the seat.

“Away!” Cloudy called almost simultameously.

“It’s away,” the Boss called.

As soon as the view screen cleared and she was looking at space, Rebel eased the yolk back to neutral and jammed the throttle forward. She squeezed her internal muscles to help the suit as the fighter jumped from attack speed to supersonic.

On her HUD the seconds ticked by. Five, Four, three, two, one. As the digital read out clicked to double zero a massive shock wave rocked the small craft. Rebel held on and grimly fought the controls as the expanding sphere of photons from the three explosions buffeted her.

“Rebel?”

“I’m good,” she said through clenched teeth, easing back on the throttle.

“Cloudy?”

“Good to go,” the Indian woman replied.

“Roger, form up on me. Thunder, you guys still with us?”

“Roger that, I’ve got your six, Boss.”

“Hell of a show!” Hammer enthused.

Rebel brought her craft into line with the blip on her screen that was the Boss’s ship and throttled up until she was back on her wing. Below her, the detritus of three Trog cruisers floated, the largest piece barely the size of a playing card.

“Boss to cap, do you copy?”

“Roger, Boss.”

“Tell the captain it’s a go.”

“Goose?”

“Roger”

“Bring up what you have out and form up on me. Leave Lucky and Surfer to bring the rest of the flights.”

“On our way,” she called.

Goose and her two wingmen were with them in no time. The white ship, with goose feathers and a beak painted on it looked garish compared to the flat black of the rest.

“Boss, this is Cap, turning you over to Yalo station. Good luck and good hunting.”

“Roger.”

“Boss flight, this is Yalo station, do you copy?”

“Copy Yalo,”

“Good to have you with us captain, we’re taking some major heat from those battle cruisers, can you assist?”

“Roger Yalo Station, just give us a vector and get your fighters out of there.”

“Done and done, good hunting.”

“All right ladies, accelerate to attack speed, Goose, y’all armed?”

“Roger”

Rebel accelerated quickly, moving slightly ahead of the Boss’s fighter.

“Ping your targets ladies,” Boss called.

Rebel depressed the button on her fire control grip and sent out an infra red beam that painted her target. She chose a large Battleship, a little off from the main battle line.

The numbers were falling fast when someone shouted.

“Fighters!”

“I’ve got one on my tail!” Jugs called.

“Me too!” shouted Cloudy.

“If you’re targeted take evasive maneuvers,” Boss said, her voice grim.

“Relax girl, break left on my mark, three, two, one.” Thunder called.

No sound. Nothing, but seconds later she heard Jugs.

“Thanks,”

“I can’t shake him!” Cloudy screamed, her transmission cut short by a burst of static.

“Boss?” Goose inquired.

“Stay on target.” Erica called, her voice stony.

“You can’t leave her to die!” Rebel exclaimed.

“Stay on target, that’s an order!”

Rebel bit back an angry reply and turned her head back to the immense ship now filling her view screen. Six thousand, five thousand, four thousand. On the all green she triggered the launch and pulled up hard.

Again the dizzying sense of vertigo and then heavy G’s as she accelerated away. She wasn’t exhilarated now, she was sick to her stomach and hot tears were pouring down her cheeks.

The blast effects were worse this time and Rebel fought the bucking ship’s controls with grim determination. When she came out of it, she leveled off, to find herself alone in space. No fleet of ships, nothing.

“Thanks for the assist Boss flight. Looks like the lizards decided to take their toys and go home.”

“What we’re here for,” Boss replied.

“Form up on me, those of you with torpedos left, disarm them.”

“Boss,” Thunder called.

“Go ahead Thunder.”

“Cowboy wanted me to let you know he’s got your lost duckling. She’s nursing her ship in. It’s beat to hell, radio’s out, but she flashed him with her blinker and she’s all right.”

“Thanks Thunder. We owe you boys a drink.”

“Lets call it even, if we had been faster you wouldn’t have had to worry about her. Meet you all at Bels, Thunder out.”


NN Nanos

 

[cloudy]

Whew!

Thought you'd killed me off for a second there.

 

[sweetnpetite]

I passed 1,00 words. And now I'm going to log off the net and work exclusivley on the novel for a while. Here is a longer excerpt.

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Naturally, I'm dying for an oppinion.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Geez Colleen, is that all you got? Slacker!

Anyway, I am presently at 1492 (Columbus liked that number), but will get to 1700 before the night is out.

Good Night/Good Morning/Good Day to whomever it might concern.

I wish I could read some of the scraps of stories, but I will just waste valuable time that I use for procrastination. Later folks. Keep writing!

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

Should I surrender?

Honestly folks, does this suck as much as I think it does and proof that I should be writing my first idea?

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Chapter 3: Transformation

Lester looked down at the crumpled little map in his hand and then up at the glowing neon sign. It had taken most of the rest of the day to track it down, but he had in turn also developed a basic understanding of the layout of the city. Sure it seemed to be designed like a sinkhole, but he had navigated worse back in the real world.

The thing was, the more he had traveled, the more it had all made sense. All the meaningless dead ends, of which there seemed to be an inordinate amount, the random twists, the drug shops where the disaffected became the detached, the music stores where the alienated sought approval, the drones of people with nowhere to go and nothing to be. All of it, well fit and as much as he was growing to dislike them, he felt himself starting to like them by the same degree.

Of course, that might just have been an affect of the nicotine withdrawal. He was feeling taut and stretched like a banjo string and all the anti-energy of the city just made him want to live and feel more. All the casual disaffection only manifested his irritation. It was like he was resisting the city. But could one resist a city? Was this city not the pure manifestation that resistance was in fact futile? Lester shook his head, why dwell on such meaningless shit? Philosophical pondering was for the weak anyway.

He looked up at the sign again. “End of the Line Motel.” It looked straight out of a horror movie. It couldn’t look more broken down if it tried. Between the 70s era broken neon complete with that annoying one letter that never can decide whether its on or off, the growing rust creeping along every edge, and the slight tilt as if a strong wind would topple it onto the empty and leave-strewn parking lot below, it radiated an aura of broken dreams.

He cursed lightly to himself. So many damn clichés in this city. Like all cities everywhere, he remembered, but this seemed worse. It was like they were trying to make a metaphor out of every flower pot, as if everything had been just, well, planned. He sighed. Probably was. All places are planned if you look through the randomness enough. People tend toward autocratic order, like to have everything planned and done for them so they don’t have to think at all. The reason why democracy always seems to have trouble in practice and hasn’t existed since the city-states.

He shivered slightly as a cold wind blew over him. Yeah, he might as well check in and crash instead of standing out here like a moron. He could philosophize all he wanted but the sign was still a sign and the city was still the city when all was said and done.

He entered through a stained glass door, not the stained glass one sees in churches to create dancing disco lights for the parishioners, but the stained glass that comes from 20 years worth of people pissing against it. There was another bored clerk at the desk reading the stereotypical magazine. If someone did create the city, they sure as hell were lacking on imagination.

“Can I help you,” clerk said in deadpan monotone without looking up from his magazine.

“Room,” Lester answered not feeling in the mood to mince words.

“Card,” the clerk answered. Lester handed it over. The clerk lazily reached over and grabbed a key off the wall without moving his head and tossed them at Lester. “No. 9, if you don’t like it, don’t stay. Now get out of my fucking face.”

It was all in such perfect cadence and devoid of emotion that Lester couldn’t help but pause and tarry.

“I believe I told you to go,” the clerk added flipping over a page of the magazine. Lester grabbed his card and went back out the door into the night air. It seemed to be chillier in some way. He shrugged his shoulders and began to walk across the parking lot to revolution…er room no. 9.

Entering it was about how he expected. Trash littered the floor and the walls featured gaping holes and fallen plaster. The bed’s sheets were tangled up next to

 

[ffreak]

OMG! Where do you people get the time to post this much in the first day and outwrite me 3 to 1?

Wow - keep it up. And if you have any extra words, send them my way. 2649 so far (here I was feeling good about only needing about 750 words tomorrow).

-FF

 

[Sabledrake]

Well, I'm already trailing the pack ... I didn't go to work last night (Halloween!) and had the final issue of my 'zine to launch today, and therefore I have gotten a whopping 16 words done on my NaNo. Just my opening line:

*** It was a shame that nobody would pay her to kill the skateboard kids, Jeanette thought. ***

However, I am off to work in 10 minutes and hope to have at least 4,000 words by the time I get home tomorrow morning. Though, I'm tellin' ya, the residents better be quiet if they know what's good for them!

Sabledrake

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

Mommy?

My brain is a treacherous arse. I've started writing my original idea. 25/25 split here we come.

Can I commence weeping yet?

 

[snowy ciara]

Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!

Lit name: snowy ciara
NaNo name: snowywench
Novel name: Oh man! I gotta find a name, too?
Wordcount:
Genre: Erotica?

HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!

November is upon us, and we are about to embark on something quite fantabulous: NaNoWriMo 2004!

So, fill up your coffee pots, flex your fingers, and away we go...

Here's the splenderific table, charting our progress (still doing it, will edit asap ):


* Lit Author * NaNo Username * Working Title * Genre of Novel * Word Count So Far

Alex de Kok ____ Alex de Kok ______ ?????? ______ Romantic Thriller _____ 0

Black Tulip ____ Black Tulip _ The Romans are coming _ History (erotic) ___ 0

Cheerful Deviant Cheerful Deviant ___ ?????? ________ Fantasy? ________ 0

Cloudy _______ Cloudy ____________ ?????? ________ Romantica _______ 0

Colleen Thomas Colleen Thomas __ The Furies ______ Sci-Fi/Erotica ______ 0

Crimson Maiden Crimson Maiden __ Tainted Rose ____ Erotica (historical) ___ 0

Dingus Guy ____ Dingus Guy The Murder at the Ear Wax Museum _ Mystery _____ 0

English Lady ___ English Lady ______ ?????? _________ Romance ________ 0

Ffreak ________ BenFiretag _______ Channels ________ Horror __________ 0

Just Legal ____ Just Helen ________ Fire Inside _______ Fanfic __________ 0

Liar __________ Liar ______________ Real ___________ ?????? ___________ 0

Lucifer Carroll _ Lucifer Carroll _ Welcome to Nihilist City _ P/modern Romance _ 0

Neonlyte _____ Neonlyte _______ Imogen's Story ______ M/S in Norway _____ 0

Oggbashan ___ Oggbashan ________ ?????? _________ Fantasy Romance? ____ 0

Quiet Cool ____ Quiet Cool ________ ?????? ________ Western/D Fantasy _____ 0

Remec _______ Remec ___________ ?????? ____ High Fantasy or SF(superheros) _ 0

Sabledrake ___ Sabledrake ________ SCOOT ______ Mystery (comedy/suspense) _ 0

Steve W _____ Bloodsimple ________ Dom/sub ________ Erotic Thriller ________ 0

Svenskaflicka _ Svenskaflicka _____ Wild Dancer ____ Humour/Romance/YA _____ 0

Sweetnpetite _ Amy Sweet _____ Imperfect Beauty ____ Erotic Chick Lit _____ 0

Tatelou ______ Tatelou __________ Recognition ________ H/C Erotica/BDSM ____ 0



Good luck, one and all. WE CAN ALL DO IT!!!

Chief whip and Mrs Motivator,

Lou

P.S. A note on the update of wordcounts

I'll be updating the word counts every 48 hours, so if you could all please PM me every other day, with your latest word count, by 10pm GMT, I'd be very grateful.

 

[English Lady]

LC...the exerpt you posted looked fine to me hun. Mabe you'll get two 50000 word novels out of this

Liar your 2nd experpt is beautiful as you say very poetic and fluid.

Colly...wow, when you write you write!!!

seet-looks like you're off to a good start too!

Have I missed anyone? Oh i don't know!

Start of a new day and nothing written as yet. Onl been up 30 mins but still procrastinating. will get there soon i think. I would like to get my word count up to 5000 today as the weekend will see me doing nothing. I am at my mums still Sunday-then Sunday is my little girls 3rd Birthday. So I reckon not much will get done on Sunday night either*L*

 

[English Lady]

i know I'm talking to myself but I've got 3278 words now and I'm on a roll-woo hoo. Still no ideas for a title though *L*