LitWridoNaNoWriMo 2004 - The Support Thread

[Guest]

*WORD COUNT UPDATE*

I'll be doing it in half an hour, so please PM me with your latest, if you haven't already.

Lou

 

[Guest]

Update done. Thanks, all!

 

[sweetnpetite]

Re: I'm running behind...

4,479 words as of five minutes ago.

Other things are getting in the way and the plot is slow to develop.

Saturday and Sunday should give me time to catch up, I hope.

Og

Oh, crap- it's supposed to have a plot?

Shit!

 

[sweetnpetite]

Coulda 'cheated' after all!

Look what I found on Daily Q&A:

Q: Zak Nelson, like lots of other NaNO participants, you’ll be “cheating” at NaNoWriMo this year, and working on a book that’s already in progress. Why sign up for NaNoWriMo if you’re not going to follow the letter of the law?
Do you consider yourself a cheater?

A: I AM a cheater. For National Novel Writing Month, I am planning to work on a novel that already has about 20,000 words completed, rather than starting a novel from scratch. However, I do plan to write 50,000 words in the month of November, and will submit what I write at the end of the month to the website. I did start and finish a 50,000-word novel for last year’s NaNoWriMo, and accomplishing that made my decision to cheat this year much easier. This novel has been sitting on the back burner for oh, maybe six years. The problem is my pilot light was out all this time.

Why did I sign up for NaNoWriMo again this year, if I knew I was going to cheat? First of all, it’s legal. I risk no lawsuits or police raids. At least, not for this. Secondly, I plan to actually write the minimum 50,000 words, rather than do something insidious, like submitting the same word copied 50,000 times, or plagiarizing the Bible. Besides, NaNoWriMo offers a wonderful bunch of volunteer Municipal Liaisons who coordinate write-ins and give encouragement and support during this month. It’s much easier to finish a novel when everyone else is doing it too. As my dad always used to say, “If everyone jumped off the Empire State Building, eventually it wouldn’t hurt.”

Really, the only tangible thing NaNoWriMo offers is a T-shirt. Other than that, what you have is an amazing little social agreement: everyone who signs up at least pays lips service to finishing the 50,000 word mark in a month, and the intensity of that—and the communities that sprout up in cities all over the country (or world? Is this thing international yet? Why hasn’t the name been changed to InternaNoWriMo?)—serves a disciplinary function that you can’t get during the rest of the year. Noveling has always been called a solitary art, but now there’s a method for those of us who aren’t completely antisocial, self-disciplinarian, wealthy people of leisure.

I not only feel justified in cheating, I recommend to folks who would otherwise shy away from participating that they pick up that unfinished novel or short story or random scrap of free-writing from their community college creative writing class five years ago, and give it a go. NaNoWriMo is truly a marvel, and will earn a place in the acknowledgments section of my novel once it’s published.

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I was going try to finish "Match Made In Heaven" since I've been letting it languish but Lou talked me out of it! (It's ok, Lou, I forgive you.)

Now that I know it's teqnically ok to cheat (if you do it right), maybe I'll use it next year if it's still not finished.

Check out the other Q&A's of the day here:

http://www.nanowrimo.org/modules/xoopsfaq/index.php?cat_id=7

 

[Black Tulip]

LOL Maybe I should do that as well. I have two novels waiting for me to get back to them, but they are both in Dutch. And English seems to write a whole lot better, easier.

It is international by the way. There are regional forums and I signed up at a Dutch one. Mostly students from the Netherlands and the Flemish part of Belgium, but quit busy. There are write-inns every week and they had a kick-off party. There will also be a TGIO party. (Thank God It's Over)

 

[pop_54]

Re: Coulda 'cheated' after all!

Look what I found on Daily Q&A:

Q: Zak Nelson, like lots of other NaNO participants, you’ll be “cheating” at NaNoWriMo this year, and working on a book that’s already in progress. Why sign up for NaNoWriMo if you’re not going to follow the letter of the law?
Do you consider yourself a cheater?

A: I AM a cheater. For National Novel Writing Month, I am planning to work on a novel that already has about 20,000 words completed, rather than starting a novel from scratch. However, I do plan to write 50,000 words in the month of November, and will submit what I write at the end of the month to the website. I did start and finish a 50,000-word novel for last year’s NaNoWriMo, and accomplishing that made my decision to cheat this year much easier. This novel has been sitting on the back burner for oh, maybe six years. The problem is my pilot light was out all this time.

Why did I sign up for NaNoWriMo again this year, if I knew I was going to cheat? First of all, it’s legal. I risk no lawsuits or police raids. At least, not for this. Secondly, I plan to actually write the minimum 50,000 words, rather than do something insidious, like submitting the same word copied 50,000 times, or plagiarizing the Bible. Besides, NaNoWriMo offers a wonderful bunch of volunteer Municipal Liaisons who coordinate write-ins and give encouragement and support during this month. It’s much easier to finish a novel when everyone else is doing it too. As my dad always used to say, “If everyone jumped off the Empire State Building, eventually it wouldn’t hurt.”

Really, the only tangible thing NaNoWriMo offers is a T-shirt. Other than that, what you have is an amazing little social agreement: everyone who signs up at least pays lips service to finishing the 50,000 word mark in a month, and the intensity of that—and the communities that sprout up in cities all over the country (or world? Is this thing international yet? Why hasn’t the name been changed to InternaNoWriMo?)—serves a disciplinary function that you can’t get during the rest of the year. Noveling has always been called a solitary art, but now there’s a method for those of us who aren’t completely antisocial, self-disciplinarian, wealthy people of leisure.

I not only feel justified in cheating, I recommend to folks who would otherwise shy away from participating that they pick up that unfinished novel or short story or random scrap of free-writing from their community college creative writing class five years ago, and give it a go. NaNoWriMo is truly a marvel, and will earn a place in the acknowledgments section of my novel once it’s published.

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I was going try to finish "Match Made In Heaven" since I've been letting it languish but Lou talked me out of it! (It's ok, Lou, I forgive you.)

Now that I know it's teqnically ok to cheat (if you do it right), maybe I'll use it next year if it's still not finished.

Check out the other Q&A's of the day here:

http://www.nanowrimo.org/modules/xoopsfaq/index.php?cat_id=7

I could have dragged last years Nano effort out and added 50,000 words easily, it's one of those crazy stories than never need end, but I felt it a bit out of order to work on something already started... Having said that as long as a bod adds the required 50,000 words, I suppose it's pretty damn close to the rules, and Ok by me, just that I couldn't do it.

Now I'm bloody suffering for not bending the rules a bit that way though, real life work means I'll possibly fail this year, the idea, and inspiration is there, but not the time to do it while thinking it all out from the beginning. Just 200 words added today so far.

 

[Guest]

*stumbles away, muttering under breath... *

Bloody cheats.

Sawry, Sweet! I was just going by what it said in the FAQs.

Pops, I couldn't have done that, either. It just feels so much more of a proper challenge to sit and write something new.

I hope you manage to fit some writing time in, you were one of the stalwarts of last year's effort.

Lou

 

[sweetnpetite]

Yesterday I wrote only a handful of words.

Today, combined with yesterday's words, I've writen 3,436 so far. I want to write another 1,00o at least but I'm not quite sure I have the stamina.

As you can see, I'm on a break

Excerpt for today: (things are heating up)

Zoe and I had a thing going for a while. She’s incredibly hot and I don’t mind sharing her, or sharing with her under the right circumstances. Or in other words as long as nobody is going to end up getting hurt. I didn’t see that happening in this situation, but I wanted to take a wait and see approach until I had a better idea of what I wanted to do, and what Chase might be willing to do.

Like I said, Zoe is hot. She is slender and short- about my height, with short blond hair that’s layered up the back with longer slightly spiky bangs in front. Her blue eyes aren’t pale at all, but dark and intense and increadably sexy. Not only that, but she has a great body. She had beautiful C-cup breasts that she’s not afraid to show of with low cut blouses, and a nice round backside of just the right size.

Her looks are a direct contrast to mine. Although we are both petite, and let’s face it, stacked we are definatly not a matched set. My hair is long and striking black in contrast to my snowy complexion. My eyes are a hazel green that change when the light moves across them. People often have a hard time describing them because there seems to be so many colors within them. I’m not too modest to say, I think they are my best feature. I’m quite proud of them.

We made it back to the table and let everyone know we were staying here for the night. “Me and Zoe are going to go shoot some pool anyone want to come with?”

“I’m gonna check out the dance floor,” Glen said, rising.

“I’ll come over later,” Simone said. “I’m waiting for another drink.”

All of our coats were hanging on our chairs, so we didn’t have to worry about loosing our table. Our cash, was smartly in our pockets. “We’ll see you in a bit then,” we told her heading off to the pool tables.

“I think she likes the attention,” Zoe said about Simone and the waiter.

I laugh, “You read my mind!”

There was a line at the pool table, so we put our corners down and sat in the chairs set up near the tables to watch.

Two college guys wearing baseball caps with rounded off bills were sparing off. It was obvious that they were friends and that there was some type of bet attached to this game. As we watched, we were able to figure out that the looser had to buy all the drinks for the winner. Not exactly high stakes, but then again depending on how much the winner could pour back, you never know.

The guys quickly noticed us watching and went to work showing off. The guy in the green shirt started holding the cue behind his back ever chance he got, and the guy in the red shirt started trying to verbally one-up his friend whenever he had the chance. It was very amusing for the two of us.

We quickly decided we both liked the guy green better than the other one who was loud and obnoxious, and decided we’d do what we could to help him win. Whenever the blue shirt guy went to take his turn we started holding hands or touching each other’s hair. We were casual about it at first, making it look almost accidental, light and friendly. But as we got more and more into the reaction of both of the guys at the table and the rest of the guys waiting to play, we slowly began turning up the heat.

It was hilarious to watch. Red shirt was having so much trouble, a few times his cue stick slipped and didn’t even hit the cue-ball. Even Blue was a little nervous and had to stop using show-offy tacktics until he was able to find his bearings. It was obvious to the guys in line what we were doing, and they new just when to watch the game and when to watch us.

Zoe and I where having a lot of fun, tormenting the boys but we also enjoy being flirtatious with each other just for the sake of it. We don’t often do it when we’re in the group because it’s not all that our friendship is about, but when we are around a bunch of guys like this we just can’t help ourselves. When it comes to our bi-curiosity, we are total exhibitionists. Having the guys watch us was as thrilling as what we were doing to each other. It was like a cycle; a very sensous and exciting cycle.

 

[Guest]

Bah, what the hell, I'll post another excerpt.

As I suspected it might, this story has taken on a rather horrific feel. I just cannot write straight erotica when writing a long piece! Horror always reers its ugly head, quite literally.

Anyway, here it is:


He had a heavy heart as he watched her cross the road. He knew full well why she had such a spring in her step. That fucker Lee won’t get away with using my woman that way.

Kim looked his way, but he didn’t try to hide, he didn’t need to. He merely returned her gaze with one of his own. He knew all she could see was an unknown man stood at the bus stop. A smile flicked across his lips. He’d found a good host this time, and hoped it would last longer than the last one.

The previous choice had been a bad one, and he’d battled to keep control of it. The bastard it had originally belonged to had a strong life force and hadn’t yielded easily. Because he’d fought Gavin for control of the body he had greatly depleted the time it would be useful to Gavin. That one was a shame, because he could have got close to Kim in that body. He knew it was a look she’d go for. He’d had to bail out, though, before he got chance to put his plan into action.

So, here he was again, in a brand new host, having to start over. He was more than happy with this one, though. The fact that he was a dog owner was a stroke of luck, and his wife was a good fuck, so it wasn’t all bad, by any means.

This one should last for a good long while, long enough to see his plan through at any rate. After that he didn’t care what happened, his only goal was to destroy the cunt that was fucking his woman.

He regretted leaving his own body now, but he’d had no choice. If he hadn’t got out while he could he’d now be spending his days in a prison full of faggots, having to guard his ass everywhere he went.

While he’d been alive, in every sense of the word, he’d been able to lead a reasonably normal family life, maintaining control of Kim the whole time. All that had been ruined when one of his victims got away and ran straight into the claws of the cops. She’d squealed, as he knew she would. He cursed his luck for not finishing that one off sooner. He’d had a good run, though, and now being able to use different hosts did have its benefits.

Gavin thought back to the scene in the woods earlier that day, and found himself being aroused again. Kim was a slut, he’d always known that, but seeing her in action, whoring for another man, was something else. She’d howled like a bitch when he took her from behind.

Anger soared through him as he thought of the filthy game they’d played. She’d never done anything like that for him, the bitch. He didn’t even know what her fantasies were - had never thought to ask her, but it wasn’t his fault that she hadn’t opened up to him.

Now he wanted her back, and he’d get her back, there was no doubt in his mind.

First things first, though, I need to fuck something.

Gavin turned and walked back to the four by four owned by the previous inhabitant of his host. Yeah, I’m gonna go back to his house and fuck his wife up the ass, that’ll do me for now.

 

[sweetnpetite]

LOL! I just realized tht I used RED and BLUE shirts! No political intent was meant!! I swear

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Finished up today with 5442, only 2223 words more than I Pmed to Lou.

Damned time difference. I hardly even get the day started before "10 pm GMT" comes around....














Oh, what the hell?



Q_C

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I haven't been able to send a pm with word count yet. Missed them both times. I managed to get some right in today, so I'm up to 1,210. Still dismal, but better.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Finished up today with 5442, only 2223 words more than I Pmed to Lou.

Damned time difference. I hardly even get the day started before "10 pm GMT" comes around....














Oh, what the hell?



Q_C

I know what you mean QC. I am just getting home now and haven't started up yet. It's 8pm here. Tatelou said just send her your word count and she can update the list as she gets them. She made it easier on herself this year, so feel free to PM her your new count. I will tomorrow morning.

starting the night with 4833. 2000 behind the 1700 pace per day. If you are at 6800 or more then you are on your way. The rest of you, plenty of time to catch up. Don't give up!!!

 

[Colleen Thomas]

I ticked 30,000 today. Should get another 5 before bed time, at least that's my goal.

 

[sweetnpetite]

I ticked 30,000 today. Should get another 5 before bed time, at least that's my goal.

Colly, you are pure evil!

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Colly, you are pure evil!

LOL,

Sowwry. if it's any consolation, most of it's crap

 

[sweetnpetite]

Ok, final count of the night-

4258 for yesterday and today (mostly today.) I feel justified in stopping here- plus I know where I'm going with it for tomorrow, so hopefull it'll be a bit easier to get started.

8,447 words total.

Now I gotta go report that to nano.

Lou- if I list it here, do you still want me to PM you?

 

[sweetnpetite]

LOL,

Sowwry. if it's any consolation, most of it's crap

Only slightly.

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Only slightly.

Here's an excerpt:


“Wake up!”

Erica groaned and rolled over, to escape the unbearable loud voice. Her head was throbbing and her stomach protested violently. The tall Air Boss threw up right there in her bed, heaving until her stomach was empty.

Strong arms grabbed her and hauled her out of the soiled bed clothes, propelling her naked body into the bath room and the icy cold shower that was already running.

The shock of it nearly stopped her heart and she struggled feebly against the arms that held her pinned to the side of the shower. She threw up twice more, wretching up stomach bile before she was hauled out of the shower.

She felt a mask placed over her face and her next breath cleared her head somewhat. A sharp prick in her arm was followed by a pill being jammed down her throat. Her tormentor left her sitting on the commode. The pure oxygen helped and the IV of saline finally got her rehydrated. The pill coated her abused stomach and brought relief to the queesyness.

To her shock, Goose walked in with a steaming mug of coffee.

“How do you feel?”

“Like shit,”

“Drink some coffee, it’s laced with phenobarb, it should bring you around.”

Erica sipped the coffee and watched through the door way as the thin blonde gather up her bed clothes and dumped them in the chute that lead to Bio. She scowled, then turned the mattress and made the bed.

Erica felt good enough to remove the mask and needle. She staggered into the bedroom and had to sit on the floor suddenly dizzy.

“Easy Boss,” Mindy cried and jumped to assist her to the bed.

“What are you doing here, Goose?”

“Spelling Tucker,” she replied.

“Just what I need, a spare jiminey Cricket”

“Got no one to blame but yourself. If you hadn’t been so good to me and Leia, I wouldn’t give a shit.”

“Go home, I’ll be all right,’ Erica said with a tired smile.

“Will you? I don’t think so.”

“What do you mean?” Erica asked.

Rather than reply, the Goose moved in front of her, and then placed her hands on Erica’s knees. She looked deeply into her eyes and then, without warning leaned forward and kissed her.

Erica’s eyes shot open, but she melted into the kiss and passively let the thin girl soundly kiss her. When it broke Mindy stood back up and went to the small kitchenette, returning in few minutes with a bowl of hot soup.

In the interim Erica had gathered her thoughts.

“What was that all about?”

“You’ve got a hot body, boss,” the goose said, ignoring her question as she moved to Erica’s dresser.

Erica felt the blush creep into her cheeks. She suddenly was very aware she was naked and wished she had something on.

The Goose laughed and pulled a pair of boxers and T-shirt from her dresser, tossing them to the now red from head to toe, air boss.

“Pretty drab wardrobe for a femme,” Mindy commented as she pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Femme?” Erica questioned as she pulled on her boxers and the shirt.

“Yeah, femme, as opposed to butch.”

“I’m not following Goose,” Erica said.

“Damn, you are green aren’t you?”

When Erica just looked at her the Goose kicked her feet up on the bed and stared at her.

“A femme is a girly lesbian, Erica. As opposed to a butch, who is more manly.”

“I’m not…”

“Stow it!” the goose ordered. She wasn’t shocked when the Boss clamped her mouth shut.

“I didn’t believe it either, not until I kissed you. I don’t know how you kept it hidden so long or so well, have to give you props on that one.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact you’re into girls.”

“I’ve never!”

“No, you probably haven’t and that explains why you are out making a damned fool of yourself.”

“I have reasons.” Rica said, feeling her anger rise.

“Yeah, like loosing rebel and knowing we are gonna bomb the hell out of that planet,” Goose said coldly.

“I…” Erica started, but the Goose was on her, riding her down to the bed and staring into her eyes.

“ It’s Quantro, all over again. First you loose your love and then you eradicate billions,” the Goose said coldly.

“Please…”

“You’re feeling sorry for yourself. While your people need you you’re hiding in a bottle,’ she went on, twisting the knife.

“No, No ,No!” Erica cried, trying despeartly to get away, but the Goose was stronger than she looked.

“William is dead. Quantro is gone. And you couldn’t stop it.”

“No…please…” she whispered.

She felt the pain, welling up like a volcano and bursting forth in hot tears that burned her eyes.

“Let…it…go,” Mindy said, in a softer voice, but no less demanding.

Erica lost it then, sobbing like a baby in the thin girl’s arms. It all came out, all of the things she had supressed for so long. Blinding, shuddering sobs wracked her tall frame as she let herself do what she hadn’t so long ago. She grieved. Through it all Mindy held her, saying nothing, but allowing her to let it go by protecting her. She had no idea how long she cried, but at last no more tears would come.

“Better?” the Goose asked in a hushed voice.

“Yes.”

Mindy got up, and took Erica’s soup back to the kitchen to reheat it while the tall woman collected herself. When she got back, Erica greatfully accepted it and ate, finding herself suddenly ravenous.

When she finished, she sat back and pulled up a pillow to hug. Mindy smiled at her and Erica smiled too.

“How’d you find out?”

“Can’t say.”

“Tucker of course. He’s the only one who knows.”

“He loves you.”

“I know.”

“Do you love him back?”

Erica laughed.

“You’re good Goose, but you don’t know everything. Tuck’s been like a father to me. He was married once, had a daughter. She would be about my age, but she was killed in action over Dorchetshire. Tuck was devastated of course, and a week later, a tall blonde, with a bad attitude who looked very much like his beloved Tess was shipped to him for training. He loves me and I love him, but there has never been anything sexual about it. I’m the daughter he lost. He’s the father I never had.”

She smiled as comprehension dawned on the thin girl.

“And when I get my hands on him, his name is mud.” She added, but without any rancor.

“Don’t go to hard on him, I twisted his arm,” the Goose said with a grin.

“Thanks. I needed that. Have been needing it for a long time.” Erica said seriously.

“You’ve been needing it all right, but I can’t give it to you, I already have a girl,” the Goose said, smiling again when Erica blushed.

“I don’t think I’ll be getting that,” Erica mused.

“Why not? You’re a lovely woman. A trip into town, some creds dropped to get some sexy clothes, maybe a stop at the Salon, You’ll have girls falling overthemselves to bed you, guys too.”

“I have to feel something to want to and I don’t even know where to start.”

“You start by putting your regrets to sleep Boss. You’ve already taken that step. Next you find the woman you want and you go after her.”

“I wish it were that easy.”

“It is that easy,” Goose said as she rose and headed for the door.

She stopped and looked back to see Erica still sitting on the bed, with her head down.

“Oh, by the way.”

“Yes?” she replied, looking up.

“Rebel just got back, she’s in the infirmary, but should be ready to resume her duties in a day or two,” Mindy added. She laughed all the way back to her place at the mixture of shock and joy she had seen on her, now not so hard-assed, boss.

 

[Dingus Guy]

sleeptime in Virginia

Ho hum, 6810 words counted thus far. I am happy going into the weekend. This is a fun at times, and torture the rest. Tonight it was fun.
Good night and Good morning which ever applies.

I leave you with this joke someone told me at work:

A teacher asks her class "If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence, and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?"

She calls on Johnny...

He replies, "None, they will all fly away with the first gun shot."

The teacher replies, "The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking."

Then little Johnny says, "I have a question for YOU. There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The 2nd is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The 3rd is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?

The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, "Well, I suppose the one that has gobbled down the top and sucked the cone."

To which little Johnny replies, "The correct answer is the one with the wedding ring on, but I like your thinking."

 

[sweetnpetite]

Here's an excerpt:

Didn't make a damn bit of sence to me, but I'm sure it was brilliant.

Here's one for you:

We turned to look at each other. She ran her hand over a strand of my hair that fell over my breast. I could feel the excitement building within me as her hand touched my nipple. All these people watching us, waiting. I touched her cheek and felt her shiver. She wanted it as bad as I did. It had been a long time since we had been together in this way. I found myself holding my breath as I moved toward her lips. When we touched, it was like fire. We both exploded, sharing a kiss full of thunderstorms, crashing waves, and fireworks. All the old cliques, and some of the new ones. This was a kiss to end all kiss, with a full on body grope to go with it.

I ran my hands down her back, over the curve of her ass and pulled her in toward me. Through our skimpy club clothes I could feel the outline of her body pressing against mine. My sex was hot and damp and I wondered if she could tell that I had no underwear on this night. I humped my mound up and down over hers, creating a friction building a desire. Her hands were on my ass, frantically sharing in the motion, in the hunger of the moment. What had been intended for the pleasure of others was now engulfing the two of us with desire for one another. I had forgotten how her touch made me feel. I longed to shuck of my clothes so she could slide her finger up inside of me. I wanted to pull her head back and trail kisses down from her neck to her breasts and suckle on her nipple. This kiss, this kiss set loose the raging sex monster inside of me. I had to have her tonight, and I didn’t want to wait till closing time.

Like all good things, the kiss came to an end. I felt flushed, and my hair was seriously touseled. Zoe’s tight blue jeans were none the worse for wear, but her low cut top had slid all over the place and a pale pink nipple was dangerously close to peaking out of her exposed white lace bra. My own lycra dress was riding so far up, that I thought that most of the guys within spitting distance could probably tell that I didn’t have anything on underneath.

As we broke apart and looked at each other, each of us with questions in our eyes that we couldn’t ask right here, the men around the pool table broke out into a riotous, appreciative applause. We stood holding each others hand until the clapping finally stopped.

Then Zoe said, in her cute, quiet little voice, “We like boys too.” And the applause started up all over again. I could feel the warmth rising in my face as I grinned ear to ear myself. I felt on top of the world. I couldn’t wait to get Zoe alone so I could talk to her.

“Ah hell,” said a guy in a cowboy hat when the second wave of applause died down. “Y’all can play the next round, if no one else objects.” He looked around while the other men shook there heads approvingly..

“No objection here,” said an older man with a beard.

Our talk would have to wait. We were up.


(that's where I ended for the night)

 

[sweetnpetite]

I keep forgetting to ask, is it ok to link from Nano back to lit, it being a porn site and all. (for your bio page as 'homepage') I put it in, but then removed it, pending my finding out that it's ok to do so.

 

[oggbashan]

SnP,

Yes. I did it last year to my Flawed Red Silk series which is my NaNo 2003 work. As long as the story is described as erotica there should be no problem.

Og

PS. Last year I posted the story on Lit as I finished each chapter. I had the whole 50,000 words visible on Lit before the end of November. I don't think I'll manage that this year.

 

[neonlyte]

I've had a pretty good morning, pushed on to 9532 words, since starting Nano, 105k overall, 22 Chpts drafted.

 

[Guest]

Ok, final count of the night-

4258 for yesterday and today (mostly today.) I feel justified in stopping here- plus I know where I'm going with it for tomorrow, so hopefull it'll be a bit easier to get started.

8,447 words total.

Now I gotta go report that to nano.

Lou- if I list it here, do you still want me to PM you?

I've just added your new word count to the table, I caught it here this time.

But, yes, in future I will need you to PM it to me, at the specified time I say, preferably. As you can probably imagine, if I have to trawl through the thread each time to find everyone's word counts, it could be quite time consuming.

Thanks!

Lou