ffreak
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Perdita - that prologue and your story are beautiful.
Everyone seems to be doing so well - mine is just beginning to come together. This is hard work - and fun.
For those of you who are close to done, congrats. Keep it up and get to that finish line for all of us.
-FF
Everyone seems to be doing so well - mine is just beginning to come together. This is hard work - and fun.
For those of you who are close to done, congrats. Keep it up and get to that finish line for all of us.
-FF
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Perdita, I just read your prologue, fantastic work, keep it up!
BardsLady
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Plot Ninjas, an interesting idea
Here's what our area co-ordinator did when we all gathered for the kickoff party on the 2nd.
Each of us got 5 pieces of paper the size of index cards. Each had a topic on it, Location, Odd character, ect. You know the drill.
We folded them in half and put them in a basket.
What happens during the entire month is, if we get stuck, or our Muses get PMS and wont talk to us for a bit. We simply ask the co-ordinator to pull one of those papers out of the basket, Or we can go to the meetings and do the same thing.
The trick is, once we get the paper, we have to use whatever is on that in our stories.
I may just pull one tonight, just to toss the entire story for a loop.
Here's what our area co-ordinator did when we all gathered for the kickoff party on the 2nd.
Each of us got 5 pieces of paper the size of index cards. Each had a topic on it, Location, Odd character, ect. You know the drill.
We folded them in half and put them in a basket.
What happens during the entire month is, if we get stuck, or our Muses get PMS and wont talk to us for a bit. We simply ask the co-ordinator to pull one of those papers out of the basket, Or we can go to the meetings and do the same thing.
The trick is, once we get the paper, we have to use whatever is on that in our stories.
I may just pull one tonight, just to toss the entire story for a loop.
Icingsugar
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Almost, almost, almost...
It's surreal. I'm 527 words from the NaNo goal. Five hundred and twenty seven. I'll get there...tonight? Probably, my muse seems to be smiling tonight.
What the hell happened!? I'm dumbstruck, it has just hit me that I have almost written a novel, and that truly I will have, in a matter of days...
Yikes.
Another thing I am dumbstruck by is Perdita's intro. Along with the rest that I have read in this thread, I have only one thing to say: Woah! If that's a bookdeal, rave reviews and a bestseller, I'm not going to be the least bit surprised.
And I finally had time to read a bunch of Og's chapters. Flawless storytelling and quality erotica at it's best. Deserves every H it's getting.
Will dig into the rest of the excerpts tonight, after I've written myself into NaNo's 50k. I love Destinies vocal style, and Pop's lovely bantering protagonists...and many more.
Damn you guys. I'm in awe.
/Ice
Anyway, at this break from writing, I'd like to offer a just now written, pitch black little excerpt. It may look a little bit over-the-top out of context, but I think it will make sense...
(haven't proofread yet, so there might me spelling errors and stuff...)
Warning. If anyone is interrested in reading the finished work later, this pass is a dead giveaway of a big-ass plot event.
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"My sweet little princess," Cless whispered out into thin air. "my shining star. Thank you, Paige. Thank you."
He let out a long, trembling sigh and scanned the six eyes locked on him. Mine were still not focusing on anything.
"It is done." he announced in a serious, authoritative voice. But also an old and tired one. "We are detatched, out of their reach. They...are no more. We are safe."
Nobody said a word, but I knew exactly who everyone was thinking of. Everyone but me. I couldn't let my mind wander back to those eyes again. I dared not.
"Let's rest for a while." Berlin suggested. "We'll think straighter if we give ourselves an hour or two."
"You're right." Linda said. "Come on, David."
"Yes, miss." the boy answered without even the slightest of his ever so present irony.
Hand in hand they solemny walked out of the dining room. Cless slumped away after them and in the other direction in the corridor. Berlin had taken his refuge to one of the padded wooden benches where he sat down and stared out through the window.
I don't quite remember how, but somehow I found myself back in the room full of wooden splinters and broken pottery. It was also full of the scent of an olive-skinned girl, her dark, wavy hair and piercing eyes with black pearl pupils. I curled up on the bed, clutched a pillow and inhaled the last traces of Paige Morely.
Finally, I allowed myself to let go of the cold and grayness...
...and red, hot, burning grief exploded.
More wood and pottery was broken that night, and my torn up knuckles painted a primal message of pain and loss on the already battered walls. I finally fell asleep on crumbled sheets painted with my own spit, tears, blood and sweat, and dreamed a faceless dream of eternal darkness, and a million exploding stars.
It's surreal. I'm 527 words from the NaNo goal. Five hundred and twenty seven. I'll get there...tonight? Probably, my muse seems to be smiling tonight.
What the hell happened!? I'm dumbstruck, it has just hit me that I have almost written a novel, and that truly I will have, in a matter of days...
Yikes.
Another thing I am dumbstruck by is Perdita's intro. Along with the rest that I have read in this thread, I have only one thing to say: Woah! If that's a bookdeal, rave reviews and a bestseller, I'm not going to be the least bit surprised.
And I finally had time to read a bunch of Og's chapters. Flawless storytelling and quality erotica at it's best. Deserves every H it's getting.
Will dig into the rest of the excerpts tonight, after I've written myself into NaNo's 50k. I love Destinies vocal style, and Pop's lovely bantering protagonists...and many more.
Damn you guys. I'm in awe.
/Ice
Anyway, at this break from writing, I'd like to offer a just now written, pitch black little excerpt. It may look a little bit over-the-top out of context, but I think it will make sense...
(haven't proofread yet, so there might me spelling errors and stuff...)
Warning. If anyone is interrested in reading the finished work later, this pass is a dead giveaway of a big-ass plot event.
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"My sweet little princess," Cless whispered out into thin air. "my shining star. Thank you, Paige. Thank you."
He let out a long, trembling sigh and scanned the six eyes locked on him. Mine were still not focusing on anything.
"It is done." he announced in a serious, authoritative voice. But also an old and tired one. "We are detatched, out of their reach. They...are no more. We are safe."
Nobody said a word, but I knew exactly who everyone was thinking of. Everyone but me. I couldn't let my mind wander back to those eyes again. I dared not.
"Let's rest for a while." Berlin suggested. "We'll think straighter if we give ourselves an hour or two."
"You're right." Linda said. "Come on, David."
"Yes, miss." the boy answered without even the slightest of his ever so present irony.
Hand in hand they solemny walked out of the dining room. Cless slumped away after them and in the other direction in the corridor. Berlin had taken his refuge to one of the padded wooden benches where he sat down and stared out through the window.
I don't quite remember how, but somehow I found myself back in the room full of wooden splinters and broken pottery. It was also full of the scent of an olive-skinned girl, her dark, wavy hair and piercing eyes with black pearl pupils. I curled up on the bed, clutched a pillow and inhaled the last traces of Paige Morely.
Finally, I allowed myself to let go of the cold and grayness...
...and red, hot, burning grief exploded.
More wood and pottery was broken that night, and my torn up knuckles painted a primal message of pain and loss on the already battered walls. I finally fell asleep on crumbled sheets painted with my own spit, tears, blood and sweat, and dreamed a faceless dream of eternal darkness, and a million exploding stars.
Icingsugar
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Re: Done it!
What can I say? Hail to the king!
oggbashan said:
What can I say? Hail to the king!
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Re: Done it!
Woohoo! Congratulations on being the first Lit NaNo'er to complete.
All hail King Og!
I know the speed in which you have completed isn't at all detremental to the quality of your writing. I echo Ice's sentiments. You are truly amazing.
As for you Fucking Cake Guy, you go for it, buddy. I knew you'd finish today, going by the latest word count I received from you. As with Og, your writing is pure quality, from the excerpts I've read. I am not, however, going to read the latest one. I do intend to read your novel and I don't want to spoil it for myself.
You guys are awesome.
Lou
(a kiss for each of you)
oggbashan said:
Woohoo! Congratulations on being the first Lit NaNo'er to complete.
All hail King Og!
I know the speed in which you have completed isn't at all detremental to the quality of your writing. I echo Ice's sentiments. You are truly amazing.
As for you Fucking Cake Guy, you go for it, buddy. I knew you'd finish today, going by the latest word count I received from you. As with Og, your writing is pure quality, from the excerpts I've read. I am not, however, going to read the latest one. I do intend to read your novel and I don't want to spoil it for myself.
You guys are awesome.
Lou
(a kiss for each of you)
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perdita said:LalapaLouza: your new AV is mesmerizing, utterly gorgeous eyes, doll.
Perdita
Thank you! You are very sweet, a kiss for you, too.
Lou
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Re: So many posts
Thanks, honey, but I think I'll pass on the clowns. *shiver*
I know, mine is a horror story, but I hate the damn things! Stephen King has got a lot to answer for, as has Tim Curry, swines! Anyway, I couldn't add it seamlessy into my story, unless I had a strip-o-gram turn up at the hotel. Hmmm, not such a bad idea, actually. Kidding!
Are you still going to add some clown TP to your novel? I keep waiting for it to happen, and I'm dreading coming across it.
Ah what the heck, any excuse, a wet kiss for you, too.
Tate
Anybody else want one while I'm in the mood?
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Thanks, honey, but I think I'll pass on the clowns. *shiver*
I know, mine is a horror story, but I hate the damn things! Stephen King has got a lot to answer for, as has Tim Curry, swines! Anyway, I couldn't add it seamlessy into my story, unless I had a strip-o-gram turn up at the hotel. Hmmm, not such a bad idea, actually. Kidding!
Are you still going to add some clown TP to your novel? I keep waiting for it to happen, and I'm dreading coming across it.
Ah what the heck, any excuse, a wet kiss for you, too.
Tate
Anybody else want one while I'm in the mood?
BardsLady
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Latest Excerpt
I'm hell bent for leather and running wild, guys! Here's an updated exerpt from my book:
I had just finished dropping the stuff intot he dumpster when I felt the hairs on my neck start to bristle. It’s the only thing it could do with it being as short as it is. I quickly turned around and aborted the punch to the face. A face, I might add, that turned out to be my father. Warning flags went up in my brain as I looked at him.
“What do you want?” I asked coldly, not letting down my guard.
He opened his mouth, then frowned as he stared at me. Like he just NOW noticed that I was still on the defensive, “Now Terri.. I’m willing to forgive you for your outburst in front of Stephen Mentari. But I am your father and you will obey me. Now, you and I are going to go somewhere quiet and you will answer all my questions.”
He leaned forward slightly and the light from the afternoon sun showed me the dialated pupils of a person on drugs. When he breathed, I could smell the sour stench of alcohol on his breath. I had never seen him do drugs or anything like that in my life and it made me a little more cautious.
I took two steps back and said, “When you sober up and come down off of whatever drugs you’re taking at this point, dad, then you and I will talk. “I said in a neutral voice, “You want to tell me why you’re doing something you swore you’d never do?”
He frowned at my tone, “I dont have to explain anything to you,” he said in a low tone. “But I’ll tell you this. Them slant eyed bastards do make a good brand of alcohol.” he breathed on me a bit more.
I tensed slightly, “And why were you drinking alcohol with people you are so biggoted against?” Yeah, I know, I was pushing it, but I had to know.
He stumbled and shook his head as if to clear it. “An enemy of my enemy is my friend.” he said coldly. Then suddenly made a leap for me with suprising speed. “And you, little whore, are going to be comming with me to answer my questions.”
His actions took me by suprise. Just enough so that I was pinned between him and the dumpster. As a reflex reaction, I jackhammered my knee between his legs, but he sidestepped that. “No you dont. You’re not going to pull that one on me again.” and with that, he proceeded to jackhammer his fists into my ribcage.
Stunned, it wasn’t until I felt a couple ribs snap, that I realized he meant to beat me to death. I screamed, “NO!” and lunged forward, hooking my right foot behind his left ankle and shoving. The result was him going backwards and me riding him down with my hand on his face. We hit the ground and his head bounced off the pavement a couple of times. The sound reminded me of a bowling ball hitting concrete.
He still kept on hitting me with shots even though he was down. Great, I thought as I caught a blow to my chin, the bastard’s on pcp or something. Goddess help me, he’s going to kill me.
“Bitch! Whore! No daughter of mine is going to refuse me like this! The Nakamuras wont stand for it and neither will I!” he wrapped his hands around my throat and began to squeeze.
We rolled over and over until he was on top of me. My lungs were bursting from lack of air and my eyesight was starting to telescope into blackness. My had flailed about to find something, anything at all that could be used as a weapon. Amazingly enough, my hand grazed something hard. Not thinking, I said a prayer, closed my eye, then grabbed it and swung it at his head.
The resulting rain of glass on my face told me what I had picked up, the splattering of blood that coated my face, along with his rolling off my body told me I had hit something vital. At the moment, I moved as far away from him as possible, blindly lashing out with feet as I scrabbled backwards.
I rolled over onto my side when I felt I was far enough away, I wiped my face off with a hand, trying to get the blood and glass away from my eye so I could see. I wished I diddn’t see what I had done. But there it was, in plain view. My father, bleeding to death in front of me from a cut throat. I ran over and began applying pressure to his wound, then grabbed his cel phone to dial 911.
I'm hell bent for leather and running wild, guys! Here's an updated exerpt from my book:
I had just finished dropping the stuff intot he dumpster when I felt the hairs on my neck start to bristle. It’s the only thing it could do with it being as short as it is. I quickly turned around and aborted the punch to the face. A face, I might add, that turned out to be my father. Warning flags went up in my brain as I looked at him.
“What do you want?” I asked coldly, not letting down my guard.
He opened his mouth, then frowned as he stared at me. Like he just NOW noticed that I was still on the defensive, “Now Terri.. I’m willing to forgive you for your outburst in front of Stephen Mentari. But I am your father and you will obey me. Now, you and I are going to go somewhere quiet and you will answer all my questions.”
He leaned forward slightly and the light from the afternoon sun showed me the dialated pupils of a person on drugs. When he breathed, I could smell the sour stench of alcohol on his breath. I had never seen him do drugs or anything like that in my life and it made me a little more cautious.
I took two steps back and said, “When you sober up and come down off of whatever drugs you’re taking at this point, dad, then you and I will talk. “I said in a neutral voice, “You want to tell me why you’re doing something you swore you’d never do?”
He frowned at my tone, “I dont have to explain anything to you,” he said in a low tone. “But I’ll tell you this. Them slant eyed bastards do make a good brand of alcohol.” he breathed on me a bit more.
I tensed slightly, “And why were you drinking alcohol with people you are so biggoted against?” Yeah, I know, I was pushing it, but I had to know.
He stumbled and shook his head as if to clear it. “An enemy of my enemy is my friend.” he said coldly. Then suddenly made a leap for me with suprising speed. “And you, little whore, are going to be comming with me to answer my questions.”
His actions took me by suprise. Just enough so that I was pinned between him and the dumpster. As a reflex reaction, I jackhammered my knee between his legs, but he sidestepped that. “No you dont. You’re not going to pull that one on me again.” and with that, he proceeded to jackhammer his fists into my ribcage.
Stunned, it wasn’t until I felt a couple ribs snap, that I realized he meant to beat me to death. I screamed, “NO!” and lunged forward, hooking my right foot behind his left ankle and shoving. The result was him going backwards and me riding him down with my hand on his face. We hit the ground and his head bounced off the pavement a couple of times. The sound reminded me of a bowling ball hitting concrete.
He still kept on hitting me with shots even though he was down. Great, I thought as I caught a blow to my chin, the bastard’s on pcp or something. Goddess help me, he’s going to kill me.
“Bitch! Whore! No daughter of mine is going to refuse me like this! The Nakamuras wont stand for it and neither will I!” he wrapped his hands around my throat and began to squeeze.
We rolled over and over until he was on top of me. My lungs were bursting from lack of air and my eyesight was starting to telescope into blackness. My had flailed about to find something, anything at all that could be used as a weapon. Amazingly enough, my hand grazed something hard. Not thinking, I said a prayer, closed my eye, then grabbed it and swung it at his head.
The resulting rain of glass on my face told me what I had picked up, the splattering of blood that coated my face, along with his rolling off my body told me I had hit something vital. At the moment, I moved as far away from him as possible, blindly lashing out with feet as I scrabbled backwards.
I rolled over onto my side when I felt I was far enough away, I wiped my face off with a hand, trying to get the blood and glass away from my eye so I could see. I wished I diddn’t see what I had done. But there it was, in plain view. My father, bleeding to death in front of me from a cut throat. I ran over and began applying pressure to his wound, then grabbed his cel phone to dial 911.
Icingsugar
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Re: Re: Done it!
Oh well, back to today's 50 k race. See ya around midnight or so.
/Ice
Finish? I have something like 10K left to write before my chapters are knit together. On the other hand, I'm soon all out of deadlines for my bread and butter-job, so I can basically have a go at it full-time next week.Tatelou said:
Oh well, back to today's 50 k race. See ya around midnight or so.
/Ice
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Yep, very true. I suppose none of us will actually finish our novels for some time yet.
I meant complete the challenge.
Stop hanging around here procrastinating and get on with it!
Lou, heeding my own advice.
Icingsugar said:Finish? I have something like 10K left to write before my chapters are knit together. On the other hand, I'm soon all out of deadlines for my bread and butter-job, so I can basically have a go at it full-time next week.
Oh well, back to today's 50 k race. See ya around midnight or so.
/Ice
Yep, very true. I suppose none of us will actually finish our novels for some time yet.
I meant complete the challenge.
Stop hanging around here procrastinating and get on with it!
Lou, heeding my own advice.
Dingus Guy
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Congrats Og and Fuckin' Cake guy
I must learn how to post correctly, anyways...
Cheers to you guys for achieving the goal. When it comes down to it, Nanowrimo is like the coffee in the morning to get you up and going. We all know we don't need the caffiene to keep us awake, but it certainly doesn't hurt. You have not done this for Nanowrimo, you have done this for yourselves. Give yourselves a nice pat on the back.
To the rest of you, it's not how you finish the race that is important. It is that you finish the race, even if it's passed Nov. 30!!! Now I got 25,000 words to go, enuff out of me, back to writing!
I must learn how to post correctly, anyways...
Cheers to you guys for achieving the goal. When it comes down to it, Nanowrimo is like the coffee in the morning to get you up and going. We all know we don't need the caffiene to keep us awake, but it certainly doesn't hurt. You have not done this for Nanowrimo, you have done this for yourselves. Give yourselves a nice pat on the back.
To the rest of you, it's not how you finish the race that is important. It is that you finish the race, even if it's passed Nov. 30!!! Now I got 25,000 words to go, enuff out of me, back to writing!
oggbashan
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Thanks for the congratulations.
I think LeatherCandle beat me to it a couple of days ago.
Posting the story to Lit as I went didn't help with the output, nor did blue screens of death and a dead hard drive. The last pushed me into frantic writing today. Now I can get the computer serviced.
Now for the Winter Holiday competition but not tonight or tomorrow morning when I have a political meeting to address. Retirement? What's that?
Keep going. The only person you are competing against is yourself.
I like Perdita's extracts - the quality shows but must slow down the word count. Whenever it is finished it will be worth waiting for.
Og
I think LeatherCandle beat me to it a couple of days ago.
Posting the story to Lit as I went didn't help with the output, nor did blue screens of death and a dead hard drive. The last pushed me into frantic writing today. Now I can get the computer serviced.
Now for the Winter Holiday competition but not tonight or tomorrow morning when I have a political meeting to address. Retirement? What's that?
Keep going. The only person you are competing against is yourself.
I like Perdita's extracts - the quality shows but must slow down the word count. Whenever it is finished it will be worth waiting for.
Og
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HRH Ogg and Cake Bloke:
I am in awe, I am delighted for you, I am inspired.
Big hoorays and pip-pips from way over here.
Perdita
I am in awe, I am delighted for you, I am inspired.
Big hoorays and pip-pips from way over here.
Perdita
raphy
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Okay, gawd that was a rush...
Final word count for today:
50,066
I did it!!!
I will join Og and the Iceman!!! Way to go guys!!!
I'm buzzing here, bouncing in my seat. That was amazing.
Raph, who now has to find another 25,000 words of plot twists to slot in to make it into a real novel.
Final word count for today:
50,066
I did it!!!
I will join Og and the Iceman!!! Way to go guys!!!
I'm buzzing here, bouncing in my seat. That was amazing.
Raph, who now has to find another 25,000 words of plot twists to slot in to make it into a real novel.
Dingus Guy
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Congrats Raphy!!!
Way to go! Now time to enter the winter contest.
Way to go! Now time to enter the winter contest.
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On a roll here!!
Ok, I am here doing . For the first time in the entire 19 days of NaNoWriMo, instead of being thousands of words behind like I have been the entire month, I am now caught up!!!
I have managed to make myself sit at this desk and write regardless of what was going on around me. Even though I would have to get up to do stuff for the kids, I would make myself sit back down and write. I was determined and I did it!! Now, for the first time since starting this whole thing, I actually feel like I will be able to make the 50,000 goal by the end of the month. Word count is currently 31,776
Here's an excerpt:
Ok, I am here doing
. For the first time in the entire 19 days of NaNoWriMo, instead of being thousands of words behind like I have been the entire month, I am now caught up!!! I have managed to make myself sit at this desk and write regardless of what was going on around me. Even though I would have to get up to do stuff for the kids, I would make myself sit back down and write. I was determined and I did it!! Now, for the first time since starting this whole thing, I actually feel like I will be able to make the 50,000 goal by the end of the month. Word count is currently 31,776
Here's an excerpt:
raphy
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Re: On a roll here!!
That's such great news, CM!!!
Go go, you can do it, you all can, I know you can!
Raph, still writing, hehe
CrimsonMaiden said:Ok, I am here doing
I have managed to make myself sit at this desk and write regardless of what was going on around me. Even though I would have to get up to do stuff for the kids, I would make myself sit back down and write. I was determined and I did it!! Now, for the first time since starting this whole thing, I actually feel like I will be able to make the 50,000 goal by the end of the month. Word count is currently 31,776
Here's an excerpt:
That's such great news, CM!!!
Go go, you can do it, you all can, I know you can!
Raph, still writing, hehe
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You can do it Wills. I was sitting at just over 25,000 last night when I stopped. Since starting this morning, I have managed to bang out a little over 6,000 during the course of the day. At little here and a little there adds up!
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