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LitWridoNaNoWriMo 2004 - The Support Thread

You're not talking to yourself, EL. I'm lurking here. :D

I've been trying so hard not to post, cos I gotta write. I know what I'm like once I start posting. Arghhhh, it's happening. ;)

Good on you for your word count, you're going great, girl!

2698 and LOTS more to get from my brain to my fingers today...

Lou
 
English Lady said:
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*
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Yay. That's two days worth of writing. You're ahead of schedule. And you won't have to waste an hour or three with voting today, like some of the crowd. Use that to write instead. :)

Me? I have no classes until 1 PM, so I did a little writing this morning. Up to 6160 now. It feels weird. Why oh why can't I ever defeat my procrastination like this when it comes to writing my regular smut???

#L
 
Thank You Liar I am pleased with my progress! Sounds like you're doing very well yourself too.

Maybe it's the deadline thing. It always hleps me to actually write when i know I have a deadline! :)
 
4626 words now *smiling* I don't know how many i'll get done this afternoon with daughter and housework to contend with...but I should manage a few more words this evening :)
 
I'm lagging behind... only have about 300 words. Oh well, it's a start. Having four kids is not very conducive to writing 50,000 words in a month. I just have to kept telling myself that if I did it last year, I can do it this year.
 
CrimsonMaiden said:
I'm lagging behind... only have about 300 words.
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Better than me already ... I haven't even registered for NaNoWriMo :rolleyes: :D

300 Words is a start ... still 49.700 to go though :D

CA
 
Made it up to 5,844 now, so just under 3,000 today.

Anyone who hasn't started yet, just try writing 100, then another 100. Even if you feel you're "behind" the average of 1600 words a day, it's the momentum that counts.

We can do this!!
 
Ok, back from work and before dinner and writing I have just some time to read up on all the excerpts.

Liar, I think your second piece is beautiful. Can you keep that up for 50K?

Colly, I love SF and this was an exciting fight. Fast paced, lots of action. The short sentences work very well.

I'll add others after reading some more.

:D
 
Started an hour and a half ago. Have to move from one location to another now so I have stopped.

Total so far 1,727 words.

Og
 
I did 6074 last night at work, which is half again what I was hoping for. Go, me! ;)

Sabledrake
 
Extract

Here is part of the first couple of hours writing:

**
"Hello Martin. Remember me? Carol?”

I wished I could respond. Of course I remembered her. Her perfume was unchanged. She was lying on my hospital bed next to me. I’d never got Carol to bed with me. My frustration was intense. I’d wanted Carol and here she was, closer than she’d ever been. I could feel her warm breast pressing against my side. Before, a fleeting touch as I pecked at her cheek had been the most I’d experienced of her breasts. Now one was held against me. If only I could move an arm to wrap around her and hold her there…

“What a pity,” Carol continued, “We could have done so much together. I wanted your body. You were so shy I was afraid to make any advances because I thought you would run a mile. Now you don’t even have the memories of us to warm you. When you recover I’ll come to you and make up for the time we wasted.”

I would have groaned if I could.

**


Og
 
Re: Today's developments

Remec said:
Well...it's rolling...we'll see if we can get some more in after dinner and putting the kids to bed. Up to 1577...have had two characters appear who I didn't expect...a shift in the plot...and an alteration to what I had thought one character was about...

whew

Looks like the anarchic method is going to very very interesting

hehehe
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I do hope you will post snippets now and then, because you definitely made me curious.

:D
 
Taking courage in both hands, a brief extract:

- - - -

Some time later, she was studying the transparencies on the light box. She looked at Matt and flushed.

"If I didn't know it was me, I think I'd be mildly disgusted." She looked again at the light box. "I think you've done it, Matt. There's cheap, innocent Jackie Jones, and because she picked the wrong photographer she's doomed. I don't know how you've done it, but it doesn't even look like me."

"Thank Trish. She's the artist."

"She is, isn't she? She told me you're going to shoot her daughter."

"Did she now? Yes, little Polly. Wednesday morning."

"Nude?"

"Good god, no! Polly's only thirteen. She has a face like an Aztec carving. I've wanted to photograph her from the day I met her."

"Are you fond of her?"

Matt looked irritated suddenly. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm fond of Trish, she's a damned good assistant and Polly is her daughter. Of course I'm fond of her."

"Oh!" said Jacqueline, flushing a deep crimson. She reached out to touch his arm. "Matt, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean anything bad. I thought perhaps you and Trish...." Her voice trailed off when he began laughing.

"What's so funny?" she asked indignantly. "I think Trish is lovely, she's a wonderful, warm person. You work together, I thought perhaps, well, that you might have a closer relationship."

He gazed at her, his look thoughtful. Her chin was up and her face was still red.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have laughed. You're right, Trish is a wonderful person. Remind me, some day, to introduce you to Gary Alekolo." Matt grinned.

"And who, may I ask, is Gary Alekolo?"

"Trish's boyfriend. Six feet two and big with it, possibly the gentlest man I've ever met and head over heels in love with Trish Jenkins."

"And Trish?" Jacqueline asked curiously.

"Feels the same way about him, but doesn't want to take a chance of spoiling Polly's life, so she won't marry Gary, at least not yet."

"Has anyone asked Polly?" said Jacqueline quietly, her mind far away, thinking of her own parents and the turmoil of their divorce. "She has a say in the matter, it's her life too."

"It sounds as if you know what you're talking about," Matt said quietly.

"I do," she said briefly. "I'd like to go now, please. Will you take me or shall I get a taxi."

"I'd be glad to take you," he said. He glanced at his watch. Seven thirty. "Would you like to eat somewhere on the way? Or is it too early?"

Jacqueline laughed. "Early? You forget, Matt, I'm a working girl. By this time of the day I'm normally starving! I'd love to eat. Anything special in mind?"

"A friend of mine has just opened a little restaurant on Tower Street. The Babel. He has a weird sense of humour."

"The Babel of Tower Street," she murmured, then grinned. "I hope he's a better cook than he is a wit!"

- - - - -

Current count is up to 7217, so I've had a better day today. Reading through this, I can see some changes I need to make, but editing comes later! The joys of NaNoWriMo!

Alex
 
I haven't quite reached my daily quota yet, but I have to get me something to eat before I continue.

NaNo would be much easier to do if you had someone doing all the ground service for you; cooking, cleaning, going to the bathroom, etc.

I need a wife.:rolleyes: ;)
 
Waaaaait a minute...

Dingus Guy said:
going to vote then work. Be back 10 hours from now.
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Unless by "work" you DON'T mean writing your novel... 10 hours to vote???

You wouldn't happen to be a black man in Florida, would you???
 
Colleen Thomas said:
Where do you find the word counter?
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If you mean the little bar, like in Svenskaflicka's post just above, go to NaNo and update your profile with your current count and lo! it will appear. Now if I can be bothered...

Alex
 
Following the trend, I'll treat you to an excerpt of my novel - one of the most prepared one in NaNo-land?;)


WILD DANCER

If Biwa Shizaki hadn't been such a well-mannered girl, she would have cussed loudly as she saw the train for Kyoto leave the station just as she came running down the platform. Instead, she muttered the angry words that her parents were not aware of that she knew, and walked over to the front desk to ask the lady working there when the next train would leave.

"The next train leaves from platform 9 in precisely one hour, dear," said the uniform-clad old woman.

Biwa gasped for breath. A whole hour?

"When will it arrive in Kyoto, ma'am?" she asked.

"11.30, dear," was the reply.

11.30. And the tryouts started at 9am! Biwa forced back her urge to swear, and managed to smile and thank the kind woman.
She heaved the large rucksack back up on her back annd staggered over to platform 9. She put it down next to a bench and slumped down on the bench and dug out a smal blue-and-white-striped beauty box from its messy content of dirty clothes, magazines, and loose train tickets from different places all over Japan.
If she had a whole hour to kill, she might as well use it to freshen up. She pulled a comb through her long, blond hair, and tied i t up in a braid to keep it from falling into her face. Now, where had she put the little ocmpact? She had a mirror there... She opened the little box.

"Damned!" she muttered.

The mirror had a crack in it.

"7 years of bad luck," she thought, then immediately shrugged it off.

She didn't believe in superstition!


MORE TO FOLLOW...;)
 
Colleen Thomas said:
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 :)
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Bloody hell woman !!

I was holding my breath right until the end.
How about a shorter extract next time??

Loved it, and love the way you are keeping the AH character names. Fantastic.

*pause*.......just wondering what it must be like to be inside your imagination. *stunned*.
 
I'm astounded, amazed and delighted. You lot are putting me to shame, I feel redundant. :D

No worries, cos it's all good. VERY good! :D

I'll be doing a word count update tonight, so could you all PM me with your latest word counts by 10pm GMT (2 hr 15 mins time).

Thank you please. :)

Lou :rose:
 
Ok, how are y'all getting those little counter thingys to work? Are you saving the picture, what? Cause I can't figure it out (I know how to put it in my siggy, just don't know how to get the counter off the Nano page).
 
CrimsonMaiden said:
Ok, how are y'all getting those little counter thingys to work? Are you saving the picture, what? Cause I can't figure it out (I know how to put it in my siggy, just don't know how to get the counter off the Nano page).
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I tried to just pull it from the site, but that didn't work. I ended up having to take a screen shot, load that into Photoshop, then cut the word counter from the screenshot, create a new graphic, paste it onto that, upload it to my webserver then put it in my siggy. It really is much more bother than it's worth. I think I'll just do plain numbers from now on. ;)

Lou
 
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