LitWridoNaNoWriMo - The Support Thread

[oggbashan]

Validation system down - again

As one of the happy few who were validated when they put the 2002 system up by mistake, I now have the 2002 icon, the 2003 icon and the soon to be rare flawed 2003 winners certificate which tells me that I took part in:

NATIONAL NOVEL WRTING MONTH

I am sorry for everyone who completed in the last couple of days and can't get their achievement validated.

We know you did it. We appreciate what an effort it has been. Waiting for the official approval is frustrating but congratulations from the Lit NaNoWriMo thread.

And thanks again to Tatelou and all the people who cheered us on.

Og

 

[Quiet_Cool]

How many is that? Five? Or more than that?

Nice work, Alex. And to everyone who's finished already.

It's looking like I'm not going to make it for two reasons. One, I'm still 29000 words away. The story's not taking shape, and the characters are lacking in definition. that's keeping the sotry from "becoming" (I guess that's a good word for it). Two, I think I'm about to start over. Yes, i'm about to define insane and stupid in one not-so-deft move. Same story, but a new version of it.

Don't expect to see my name in the validated list.

 

[Icingsugar]

Way to go Alex! Og, since the new validation script seems to be a pain in the rear-end, do you mind if I just hijack your -03 winner's icon for now?

Pffffff. two days since 'completion', and I haven't written more than a few lines on the real completion of the story. It seems like I ran completely out of steam there after achieving one of my goals. So now I have two half, unreadable novels, with small pieces missing within them, and a whole bridge of four chapters in the middle unwritten. I know I should be swooning and stuff for crossing the finish line, but right now I'm just too damn frustrated.

Seems like I'm still in need of that whip cracking behind me.

/Ice - blocked out

 

[Wills]

Here's an extract, I haven't posted any recently as th ewriting has been mostly descriptive and character/relationship building.

This extract deals with Madeleine and Jez's first sexual experience, they are 19 and 20 when this happen's, its set in the 70's so there is more inhibition than today. They have climbed a hill to watch the dawn making a promise that they would be friends - the inevitable happens this part is the end game.

Madeleine laid a blanket on the floor holding it up against the boulder for me to sit against, sitting down between my raised knees she leaned back into me pulling the other blanket to cover us. She took my hands, which is just as well as I wasn’t sure after the speech I had received earlier, just what I would be allowed to do with them, it was with some relief that she brought them round and placed my palms against her tummy, holding them to her body. I could feel her abdominal muscles expand and slowly contract as she breathed; my thumb and forefinger rubbed along her lower rib cage; there wasn’t an ounce of spare flesh on her body. She nuzzled her head into my shoulder inviting me to kiss her neck. I could feel the tremors through her body as my kisses landed randomly, tickling her, feeling her stiffen unsure where the next would land and dissolving with pleasure as my lips found her warm skin and the tip of my tongue probed to find her most sensitive spots, hips and legs wriggling at the sensation. This was heaven, everything I could have wished. We played this game for a few minutes until she had wriggled herself almost out the reach of my lips and my hands had risen up across her rib cage until they rested dangerously near to her breasts; my left hand could just feel the under slope of her small breast against my thumb, I kept my hands absolutely still. She looked up at me and smiled the most gorgeous of smiles removing her hands from mine waiting to see what I would do her legs splayed out in front of her as she lay head almost in my lap. Was she giving me licence to explore or was she testing me to see if I would try to touch her.

She continued to look at me eyes twinkling with mischief.

“That’s not fair.” I said.

“I know, the wicked part of me wants to feel your hands exploring every corner of my body, the sensible bit of me is terrified that you might.”

“How about you just get back up here and kiss me, I’ve been doing all the kissing for ages.”

“I’ll settle for that.” She said levering herself off the floor, kneeling, facing me, and smothering me with kisses.

That was probably the most breathless hour of my life so far, our mouths tried every possible way to swallow the other, lips pulling at flesh, biting, sucking on ears, tongues driving into every crevice of the others face until our lips, bloated from the continual assaults, could take no more. She sat in my lap, arms pulled tight around my neck, cheek against mine from where she had stopped her most recent assault on my ear.

“Enough kisses?” She asked.

“Never enough, not from you, my lips feel bruised. Are you making up for lost time?”

“No, I was just enjoying myself so much I didn’t want to stop,”

“Look, the sun’s about to come up.”

She moved herself around in my lap; I winced as her hip crushed my dick against my thigh as she moved herself back between my legs.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt.”

“Well… It‘s ok.” It had lost all sense of feeling, been stiff as a bone for over an hour, I was beginning to think it would never go down again.”

“That has got to be uncomfortable, adjust yourself so that it’s not all squashed up.” She raised her hips from my lap so that my hands could move it to a more comfortable position.

“I thought you were an innocent Catholic girl. Or was that just a pretence?”

“I grew up on a farm, animals do it all the time, they don’t seem to care who is around, they just get on with it. I have never seen a man’s one though. Well I suppose when my brother and me were little and shared a bath, but I don’t remember. I thought you were really sweet, moving so that it wouldn’t press against me, I kept moving my knee forward to feel it until you couldn’t move back any further. It felt hot against my skin, even through your trousers. You’re not shocked are you?”

“More like confused. Now sit still, don’t wriggle at me so I can recover some dignity, look there’s the tip of the sun.”

We sat watching the sun, blanket pulled over us. She had raised her knees and held them in her arms, leaning away from me, letting my hands explore her body, caressing her back, fingertips trailing down the ridge of her spine; her body making little contortions as my fingers found and investigated places especially sensitive, like the small of her back, causing her to arch slightly at my strokes. I ran my hands lightly up her sides feeling shivers run through her and delved into the short sleeves of her dress tickling her underarms, stroking down the length of her arms and onto her legs, naked where the skirt had slipped down to her waist. She gasped as my hands gently slid down the outside of her thighs and across her stomach and she leaned back into me, twisting her face up to kiss me, moaning into my mouth as my hands slid up her body lightly over her breasts and up onto her neck. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as my hand slipped pack down snuggling over her breast, squeezing gently, surprised by the tightness and the clear erect stance of her nipple, she had no need to wear a bra, her breasts were barely formed. She kissed me more urgently, a hand somehow twisted up pulling my mouth down onto her, urging me to continue. We missed the sunrise, too absorbed by the discovery of new pleasures and sensations. Her breath started becoming shorter and sharper as my fingertips danced around her nipples until finally she pushed my hand away and collapsed her head down across my upper thigh gripping onto me with both hands as a wave of pleasure ran through her body.

She lay there shaking slightly; I ran my fingers through her hair, calming her, soothing her as she recovered herself, gradually she released her grip on my thigh. After a few minutes in silence, she pushed herself back up and took my face between her hands, with that gesture that I was beginning to love, and stared deeply into my eyes, I could feel her eyes boring into me, trying to understand what was happening. She brought her face forward kissed both of my eyes, washing them with her tongue and kissed my mouth, biting at my lips, pulling at them, as if trying to separate them from my face.

She leant back, crouched bottom on her heels and looked at me quizzically.

“I think I have just been made love to, but I still have all my clothes on, I don’t know what happened, suddenly I couldn’t control myself. These waves swept through me like feathers playing with my insides. Don’t look at me like that, like you want to eat me, you will start me off again, my knickers are wet enough as it is.” She blushed a deep red. “I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t know…I’m completely confused. I did not want this to happen and yet I want you to do it again straight away. I want to feel like that again. Hold me, don’t do anything, just hold me.”

I lay there with her clutching tightly to me as the sun slowly turned from blood red to deep yellow lighting the world around us. I think she slept for a short while before finally stretching herself and pulling off me.

“Come, we had better start back before the village wakes up and catches us.”

I folded the blankets and watched her disappear behind the rock, emerging a few seconds later, picking up her cardigan and putting her knickers into a pocket.

“You are not supposed to be watching, there are some private things you know. I can’t wear these, I’ll be rubbed raw before we get back down.”

 

[Guest]

Wills, I am really serious, OK? That was breathtakingly beautiful, touchin and sensual (made me pulse a bit near the end). You put in the perfect details (I can't believe you're a man, haha) for both characters. You describe an idyllic romance and yet make it real (vs. idyllic romance). Here's my offer: we exchange novels.

admiringly, Perdita

 

[Wills]

Thanks Perdita,

Your on, but mine has a long way to go.
Be patient.

Will's (Blushing)

 

[ffreak]

Wow, Wills, Perdita's right. That's damn good.

-FF

 

[Guest]

Congratulations Alex!

I owe you a special thanks, for your early, infectious enthusiam. You sure helped to make this group as motivated and eager as we have been.

A and a for you.

I shut myself away today, I was in a writing frenzy any spare moment I got. I've now written 100 Word pages! My word count is now 43,105, so I'm getting close. The adrenalin is really pumping now, it's an amazing feeling.

This is the final push now, for all of us, and remember, even if the target isn't met we are all winners. We have all achieved a lot, personally, and even if the 50,000 total isn't reached by the 30th, we have all written a huge chunk of a novel.

We all deserve a pat on the back and should celebrate our own achievements.

Lou

P.S. Wills, I was very sorry to read about your problems with saving your work, but I can see from your wonderful excerpt that you haven't been knocked back by it. Brilliant stuff.

 

[pop_54]

Evening all

Hello everybody, haven't been about for a few days, very heavy real time workload has buggered everthing up, I am not amused. I have been stalled to a complete halt on my effort for two days due to early starts and lates finishes at work, still ne'mind'ay.

Bloody good show to you winners who've done the 50 grand already, hero's all, and don't worry about the state of the thing Ice man, you've done the business mate, you can edit away to your hearts content now.

Nice to see all the other peeps getting along nicely too, shame about that bloody saving shit wills, like the extract by the way, gave me a bit of a bone-on, hehe!!

Eye, eye, love the av lou, very sexy looker, and your impressive word count considering all time you have to put in here as well as writing your tale.

Must agree Purdy darling, very kissable lips

Well I'm back and writing a bit tonight and up to 43,457 words now, and for tonights little bit of nonsense, a brief extract from page 98/99:


After a hearty breakfast of eggs bacon sausages mushrooms baked beans or fried tomatoes fried bread or toast with French toast and marmalade or raspberry jam, followed by lashings of tea or coffee or local brew or orange squash, the chums relaxed for a 10 minute digest and discussed the days planned events.

“Right out to the point first thing old chums and check on the MI5 coves” Roger chirped, he was feeling very ‘in command’ this morning.

“Good scheme Rog” Tom replied, feeling unusually ‘only second in command’ in her fulfilled and cheerful state.

“Ok right then, the point yes, I was going to suggest that” Marvin mumbled in a very ‘fuck this I’m supposed to be second in command’ manner.

Millie, Polly and Bert said nothing in a very, ‘who gives a shit let them cock it all up’ sort of way, well Bert was actually still finishing up all of the breakfast leftovers so he couldn’t say anything much with a mouthful of toast and cold egg.

Rhover lay quietly beneath Tom’s legs in a very ‘I rather like the look of Millie’s bare legs’ sort of mood.

“Right then, to the transport chums, let’s away to our adventure” Roger urged as he got to his feet, almost falling over the excitable Rhover who’d also leapt to his feet and made a dash toward the door on hearing the words “Right then” clever Rhover always knew when something was about to happen from Roger’s forceful tone. “Silly sod” Roger snapped at the dog as he composed himself by grabbing the edge of the table, they all chuckled.

“Shall I drive Rog”

“No I’m sober today Marv, you have a rest from it”

“Why can’t I drive for a change Roger?” Millie mumbled.

Roger was silent for a few seconds as he looked in disbelief at his young sister, “Millie the Land-Rover like any modern vehicle is a complex piece of mechanical machinery, females don’t drive, now let’s hear no more of this silliness” He snapped, Millie knew her place and said no more on the matter.

Into the Landy they piled happily, well almost all were happy, Tom was getting a bit peeved again about her precious point being invaded by strangers and taken over, but she was in a reasonably good mood having achieved a life long ambition with Polly the night before.

Roger gunned the Land-Rover down the drive, he was a little more sedate than usual and didn’t feel inclined to aggravate Thompson the gardener this morning by churning up the gravel of the driveway. For once Thompson gave them a cheery wave as they passed, he too was in a very satisfied and happy mood, he ached a bit and the nail scratches were a bit sore on his back but otherwise all was rosy.

The sea was out by the time they reached the causeway, down the ramp and out onto the sand went the Landy, suspension creaking and lurching Roger expertly negotiated the rock-strewn land bridge and within 10 minutes the vehicle leapt up onto the little quay of the point with a mighty roar of the engine and juddered to a halt, they all piled out excitedly and full of chatter, within 5 minutes the chatter had subsided, a more silent and sedate bunch of chums began the climb up the trail.

The place seemed deserted, not a soul in sight, unusually quiet actually, the chums could sense something strange and seemingly wrong about the point this morning but couldn’t put a finger on what was out of the ordinary. All of them became a little nervous and tense as they began climbing toward the lighthouse on top, any sudden noise in the bushes or up on the hill made them jerk with anticipation, tingling sensations permeating their bodies and minds.

“I say chaps bloody quiet isn’t it, giving me the creeps, even Rhover looks nervous” Roger suddenly commented, they all agreed, Rhover was acting very strangely, no rushing off to say hello to rabbits or leaping into bushes to scare up seabirds or pheasants as he normally would be doing by this time, his tail was also right down and motionless between his back legs as he padded along nervously.

“Look Rog, look at the main trail, all those scuff marks where the sledge thing has been dragged up here a number of times” Marvin whispered, why he whispered he wasn’t sure, but it seemed out of place to speak loudly in these weird silent surroundings.

“You’re right Marv, well scuffed up aint it, they’ve been dragging some kit up here all right” Polly mumbled, she too felt the need for restraint and quiet words, not like Polly, she didn’t normally do restrained.

The crew made their way to the top of the point as quickly as possible, no halt half way this time, they wanted to get to the lighthouse, check out the state of play with the MI5 bunch and their stores, and get the hell off the point as soon as possible, they were spooked out by the place this morning but still none could really think what was so damn unusual about it all.

“Got the key Tom?” Roger whispered as they reached the lighthouse, Tom took the key from her Parka pocket and turned it in the lock, no restriction this time, the lock gave way with a loud click, the visitors hadn’t discovered their lock jamming pin was gone obviously.

Tom nervously twisted the door handle and eased the door open a few inches peering through the widening crack as she did so, Roger was looking over her shoulder trying to see into the gloom inside the unlit building.

There was a sudden crash and thud from inside the lighthouse, a scrabbling noise and another thud, Tom let go of the door and leapt back winding Roger in the process as she collided with him hard, Roger let out a yell and loud grunt, the rest of the chums jumped with shock and alarm, Rhover shot upright and growled his hackles rising as he did so. As the door swung open in the sea breeze a seagull rocketed out of the widening opening in a cloud of dislodged feathers and shot skyward crying out loudly as it went.

“Damn and shit and fucking bastard thing” Roger cried out in alarm, anger, and pain, “Must have been accidentally shut in there last time the MI5 were in here” He continued after composing himself a little.

It suddenly hit them, the unusual thing that had made them nervous and tense, no seabird noise to speak of, none of the normal loud cries and squawks of the seagulls wheeling above, in fact no seagulls wheeling above the point at all, the one that had just escaped its accidental captivity was now just a speck in the sky heading for Fharquar village as if it had a rocket up its arse.

Then they all realised the other thing that had been making them feel strange and tingly, a very low background humming sound, more a vibration than a noise, “I thought it was me, I thought my ears were ringing a bit this morning” Marvin whispered.

“Me too Marv, thought it was the after effects of the booze last night” Polly replied.

They all agreed they’d sensed the humming from the time they alighted from the vehicle and all felt it was just them self personally hearing it in their head.

“Well it’s bloody spooked me, and it’s scared the shit out of all the seabirds as well” Roger commented, “What the freek is it I wonder”

pops............... Stressed but happy'ish.

 

[Guest]

Just a hello to a special man, Pops. Missed you, good to see and read you again.

always a kiss for you, love

Perdita & co.

 

[BardsLady]

Queue The Dream Sequence Exerpt

This is the latest little tidbit in my story. Terri has just fallen into a really exhausted sleep after being chased around most of the night by Yakuza thugs. She's in a safehouse with the guy nicknamed Shadow Demon. AKA Markus Castillo. He's asleep in another room, but here's what happens when you're really attracted to each other, yet havent had a chance to stop and smell the roses:

I was standing on a dock, overlooking the Mediteranian Sea. Dotting the area here and there were lovely votive candles and creeping vines that had been given free reign to wander where they would. Behind me, sitting on the land side, was a small cantina. From within came the strains of a flamenco guitar. The sweet melody floated on the breeze and seemed to fill my soul with romantic notions.

The full moon highlighted the water as it rippled across the bay. Occasionally a fish would leap for an insect that was unwary enough to be caught so low to the water, then fall back into it’s natural surroundings with a resounding splash. Other times the slow moving form of a seal or an otter would move off to wherever it’s nocturnal sleeping spot was along the coastline.

I looked down at myself and found that I was wearing a silk, wraparound top of the deepest crimson. It was one of my favorite colors. Though what was really startling, was that I had on an ankle-length skirt of the same color. No wonder I could feel a breeze tickling the insides of my legs. And from the feel of it, I wasn’t wearing underwear at all.

I sighed, trust my overheated imagination to take over my dreams. I relaxed and looked around. There, on the table next to me, was a tall wineglass filled with a deep red wine. I lifted the glass to my nose and inhaled the sweet scent of grapes with a hint of rosemary. A sip confirmed the taste, and gave my sweet tooth something to sigh over.

I turned back to gaze out on the darkened waters of the Mediteranian Sea, content to watch the moon trace it’s ancient path through the skies one more night. The sounds from the cantina and the guitarist were a perfect compliment to whatever else my dreamscape may conjure up for me.

I took a second sip of my wine when a familiar, deep voice murmered, “Would you like to dance?”

I turned and there was Markus, dressed in black silk from shirt to pants. He had his hand held out to me with an intense look on his face. I drank the rest of the wine, then placed my hand in his. As he kissed and nibbled my knuckles, he took my empty wineglass from my hand and set it down on a table. I was trembling as the heat of his touch sent my pulse racing. “But,” I whispered, “This is a dream. How can I..”

My words were cut short as he placed the tips of his fingers acrossed my lips in a touch that turned into a caress, “Do not think tonite. Only feel.” he pulled me to him. I trembled at the feel of his body pressed close to mine. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, “Let yourself relax. Dance with me, just once.”

As if his words were the key, the invisible guitarist began a fast paced dance tune. I should have known by the twinkle in his eyes that he was enjoying this. Not knowing how to dance diddn’t hinder him at all, he just took the lead and all I had to do was hang on for the ride. It was beautiful. It was magical. It was sensual. It was like a wet dream come to life.

The end of the dance found us with our lips only a half an inch apart. We were both breathing hard as we stared into each other’s eyes. In my case, eye, but I was too far gone to care. Who made the first move, I dont really know, but it was as if a spark had been ignited inside both of us and was burning hotter. Our lips touched and I barely had enough time to appreciate the softness of his lips before he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him, demanding more.

I was lost. Tossing caution to the wind, I put my arms around his neck and gave him what he wanted. I deepened the kiss and closed my eye, savoring the taste and feel of him. I felt the change in the dream as fire washed over my skin. I opened the eye as Markus’s lips burned a path down to the small hollow just below my right ear.

We were still on the dock, but instead of a cantina and flamenco music, there were scented candles everywhere. A bubbling jaccuzi was off to one side, already heated and steaming in the coolness of the night. Off in the corner, underneath a cloud of mosquito netting, was a futon style bed with thick padding and dark forest green coverings.

Suddenly, I wanted to feel more than just silk. I wanted to feel him. I wanted the caress of his heated skin against mine. I brought my hands down to his waist and began finding the buttons to his shirt, swiftly baring his smoothe flesh to my hands. I indulged myself, running my hands over the slightly rippled muscles of his abdomen, feeling them tighten as I passed over them. Giving in to a tremendous urge, I leaned forward to delicately lick one of his nipples.

At the feel of my tongue, Markus groaned against my ear and backed away, taking my wraparound shirt with him. He gasped as he went to one knee in front of me. He kept his eyes locked on my face as his hands went to one ankle and started to slowly slide them up my calf, taking the skirt with it. I groaned as his hands left a trail of fire in their wake.

He smiled at my reaction, not stopping until his hands reached the sweet wetness that waited him between my legs. Only then did he break eye contact with me to bestow a lingering kiss on my stomach while he untied my skirt to let it fall away in the warm breeze. As the fabric swept it’s way across the wood flooring, Markus kissed his way down towards the delicious heat that was between my thighs.

I almost lost my balance as his fingers and tongue worked to stoke the molten heat into a white-hot flame. I was barely able to keep my balance as teased and tormented me, keeping my passion on the razor’s edge of release. I squirmed and arched my back slightly, whimpering in abandoned lust. But still, he kept me on the teetering edge of explosion.

Suddenly, he stood up, forcing my legs apart with his hips. With one swift lunge, he was inside me without any warning at all. In one trembling moment, he had taken me to the stars. For indeed, my soul flew and exploded, then fell back to earth in orgasmic pleasure. I came back to myself to find that he had backed me up against the edge of the Futon and, as i regained my breath, we tumbled into it without loosing contact with each other.

The moment we were on the cushions, he began showering me in frantic kisses while he moved his hips. I could feel him, large and long, inside of me, seeking out every nerve ending, every treasured and secret spot I had. He leaned over and captured one of my hardened nipples in his teeth and bit down, gently, causing me to arch my back and gasp at the pleasure pain that rocketed through my system.

I started rising to meet his thrusts to me, groaning as we became one in our heated passion. I ran my hands through his hair as he worshipped my breasts with his mouth and hands. Suddenly, I needed, wanted, to tast his lips against mine again. As if sensing my thoughts, he kissed his way up to my lips, frantically taking posession of them as our tongues sparred for dominance.

Closer and Closer we came to the edge of the abyss. My whimpers and moans were echoed by the handsome man above me as he begain to move harder, faster, taking control of the rythm and relentlessly pounding away, as if he could fuse our two heartbeats together for that one brief moment of ecstacy.

Seconds later, he roared his release and thrust deeply into me, triggering my second flight of orgasmic bliss. My voice joined his as we both fell back to earth, sweating and quivering in the aftermath of the experience. I closed my eye and tried to catch my breath as he tried to do as well.

Suddenly, a strange sensation of things hitting my face and body permeated the afterglow. Looking up over Markus’s shoulder, I was going to laugh, but I couldnt believe my eyes. Amaterasu, grinning from ear to ear like a mischevious child, was blanketing us both in cherry blossoms while circling over head was the bat that was on the wall of the shop.

Seeing me watching her, she winked and turned to leave. I turned my face to nibble my lover’s neck while I gazed at the goddess’s back while she left. The bat, seemed to shrink in size and fly at her back, there to become a tattoo with cherry blossoms on the back of her neck. Together, they both faded into a fog that seemed to be rolling in.

I sighed and let the afterglow of sexual satiation take me back into sleepland. But not before feeling Markus’s teeth nibbling at my ear one last time

 

[raphy]

Wow, amazing excerpts, everybody. They're right Wills, that *is* a great piece. Keep working at it, it looks to be a great novel!

I'm like you Ice, I have 25,000 or so words to go before I'll be happy with what I've got. Since passing the 50k mark, I've managed to write 1000 only... Ah well. I'm sure the inspiration will hit again soon.

 

[Wills]

Morning all, dark and grey here, rained all night.

Thanks for all your comments on the extract, particularly you Perdita, you know how much I admire your writing so receiving your comments meant a lot to me.

Ff, Lou, BardsLady, thanks a bunch, I'm new to this and terrified when I post extracts.

Raphy, You will get it back, crossing the line will have the same effect on all of us. The writer in you wont let it rest there, quality that you write takes time.

Pops - welcome back, aint work a bummer . Great extract as usual, I really look forward to reading them, I noticed how you carefully skipped round the scene with Polly and Tom just to make us buy the damn book! Thanks for the 'boner' means I pitched it just right.

Champagne, with my save problems I forgot to tell you to keep writing, I hope it is flowing again for you now. I would love to know just how they all arrived into that scene you posted

Looking forward to a good weekends writing, getting past the bit I posted was important, in the end, the way they begin their relationship is crucial to the tragedy that will ultimately engulf them, none of us ever forgets that first real sexual/love encounter, it runs so much deeper than a quick grope in the back of the cinema and stays lurking in the back of our minds.

Will's (Happy with his lot)

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=116799
'A'adgt's Initiation - A Tale of Alien Incest

 

[Alex De Kok]

Thanks for the good wishes, boys and girls

It feels great, topping that 50k mark. Means I can let Real Life back in for a while, before going on to finish. Then comes the edit . . .

For those of you looking at ever-diminishing time and very slowly increasing totals, take a leaf out of my wife's book. She signed up for NaNo despite taking three evening classes and a morning class each week.

She's thoroughly enjoying her writing and says that she's not behind, just on a different timescale! Well, it works for her . . .

Alex

 

[oggbashan]

Og, since the new validation script seems to be a pain in the rear-end, do you mind if I just hijack your -03 winner's icon for now?

/Ice

Help yourself. Anyone else who has finished can do so as well. The validation process doesn't prove anything because you could submit any 50,000 words written anytime by anyone even Dickens or Shakespeare.

The only person who knows you have done it is you .

You will have the mental and physical pain to remember.

Og

 

[Icingsugar]

Some excellent excerpts there Pop, Willis, Bards... You have three very distinctive styles, from sensual to sharp to smart (I'll let you figure out which yasself.), but all with one thing in common. I can, without a doubt, picture myself reading more of thet from cover to cover in a novel. And I'm told that I'm a very picky reader.

So, Alex, how much more do you have to write to finish off you reckon? And when can I read it?

/Ice - writing again

 

[Alex De Kok]

Originally posted by Icingsugar
So, Alex, how much more do you have to write to finish off you reckon? And when can I read it?

/Ice - writing again

Hard to say. Somewhere between 10 and 20k words still needed. Then it's going to need a serious edit, as the aliens are presently stereotyped cardboard cutouts.

Having proved to myself that I can produce more words than I thought were in me, I may revive a couple of ideas from earlier days. Stephen King works by producing 2000 words a day. I think I could do 1000. That's a decent sized novel in three months. But first I do my marking . . .

Alex

 

[raphy]

I might nab that icon as well then..

Raph, who started on a winter holiday competiton story yesterday. Hoping to get it submitted by the end of today. Will let you all know when it's submitted/posted.

 

[oggbashan]

I might nab that icon as well then..

Raph, who started on a winter holiday competiton story yesterday. Hoping to get it submitted by the end of today. Will let you all know when it's submitted/posted.

Mine is posted. After NaNo I forgot to include enough sex. "Don't Fall In" is the contender for last place. Scoring well below 4.

Next one in progress. Where did I put the sex?

Og

 

[Guest]

Re: Thanks for the good wishes, boys and girls

... take a leaf out of my wife's book... says that she's not behind, just on a different timescale!

Thank your good wife for me, Lex, that's what I needed to hear. I was really stuck for a few days but found my way back to my grans and am having fun again, and not thinking about wordcount (much), though I'm leaving in all the crap I wrote for those days, ha ha, at least through November.

One thing (among so many) that I love about Shakepeare is his use, definitions, depictions, etc. of Time. My favorite is the idea of being out-of-time, so in My time I am doing quite well.

anon, Perdita

 

[Guest]

Where did I put the sex?

That would make a great title, Ogg. If you really want an answer I'll PM you.

Perdita

 

[raphy]

Mine is posted. After NaNo I forgot to include enough sex. "Don't Fall In" is the contender for last place. Scoring well below 4.

Next one in progress. Where did I put the sex?

Og

Actually, I thought it was rather good, Og. But I can see how the stroke-types would vote it low.

Made sure to put lots of sex into mine. Looks like it's also going to be pure cyberpunk-erotica, Raph-style.

 

[Guest]

Raph-style

Yum.

'dita

 

[oggbashan]

That would make a great title, Ogg. If you really want an answer I'll PM you.

Perdita

How could I resist such an offer?

I'll use the title suggestion as well.

Love



Og

 

[Svenskaflicka]

*seriously considers to do something kinky to distract raphy from writing*

Svenskaflicka
Jealous & Out Of Inspiration