*National Novel Writing Month, i.e., November. The thread got off to a good start in Part One, but as usual everyone immediately forgot about it as soon as it scrolled off the first page. Here’ s more.
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Ooh! writing. I like writing. I would not want to put any of it up here though…
So what exactly is the NaNoWriMo. or really, the rules?
Wikipedia to the rescue:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanowrimo
Oooh! Another one! W00t! And Robert, you’re right; after it stopped showing up as a first choice, I stopped posting on it until NaNo started again.
1 – It’s too late for you to start, but who cares? You can still do it. Or if you don’t want to , you don’t have to.
Yes! Whee! I’m only at 2,640 words at the moment though.
I wrote a whole bunch durring school, though, so hopefully that will boost it up. But yay! I love writing! Plus, I’m not sick of my plot yet. That proves to be a good sign, as normally they run out of steam after 3 pages… and this one’s at 5 1/2 both sides(writen only). I think I’ve finished chapter one, but it’s hard to tell at the moment. I’ll post it later(maybe, only if people don’t object) for comments.
L Æ- I don’t think it’s too late to start. You might not finish, but I don’t think I will either. You can allways write ahead, and you don’t have to show it to anyone to paricipate.
I am not doing NaNo, but I am trying to write a novel. Should I talk about it here, or go to the writing thread?
I’m currently at 10245. Which means I’m under the quota for today. But I killed a character yesterday, so I’m quite happy. Well, I did it in a flashback, so she was already dead….but I hope I made it eloquently creepy. Dead character is more fun than her living counterpart. I didn’t really like her that much, but my main character did. I think I may have to kill him, too.
Sooo…yeah….waltzes off to word processor*….
I can’t work on my NaNoWriMo today. It is a hectic day.
I am on 2599 words. My goal is 10,000, as I am only 11, and my last “novel” was eight thousand and something. I have two main characters, and one of them is in the midst of being kidnapped. Ooh!!
I’m not really doing NaNoWriMo, because I don’t have time, and I’m waaaay too ADD to stick to one story for a month. So my goal is just to write a drabble/short story of at least 200 words everyday. I loves easy goals, because of the satisfaction of attaining them.
I can never finish a story. I always wimp out at the ending, and by then I hate my story and don’t want to finish it anyway..
I’m too busy, anyway. Don’t even have time to write.
Haha I’m so behind. I’ve only written… 3 of days so far. And I really don’t know where my stories going. But whatever. It’s a lot of fun anyway.
(7) Wow! Nice job!
(9) That’s smart, just setting your own goal like that. Good luck!
Thanks, Skipper!
I passed 12000 yesterday. And got yelled at for being on the computer too long. Which means I’ll have to be off by 8:30 tonight! Which is hours earlier than usual. *mutters evilly* And I killed another character. But brought her back. Which was the whole point of her death, really.
10- I used to be like that. Forcing myself to stick to this has been hard, but extremely productive. Try it
11- Really? I usually want to write the ending first, and can never come up with a decent beginning….
Is the word “octarine” copyrighted or suchlike? I need it in my story.
Oh yeah. I forgot about the one-person rule. It would have been fun, though!
I’m writing a story, but not for NaNo. And I kinda stopped work on it ’cause I’m really busy. And every school day I handwrite a page or two or however many it takes about my day. I had plans of making that into a book at the beginning of the year. Now I’n just addicted to writing to release tensions about the day. And I want to remember it. What’s octarine? Click here: https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=535!!
I’m behind. *sobses* And i’ll get further behind soonish, because of play. Elf nights and suchlike. staying past midnight building sets and fun stuff like that.
I built a bench today with havelock and bill. we got to use chopsaws and drills and talk about politics (mostly debating abortion) and bill let me colour her shoe with my sharpie. havelock’s a republican, so the debate wasn’t totally boring like debates here usually are. almost everybody at my high skool is a democrat.
Band’s going to the veteran’s day parade tomorrow! squee! we get to miss lots of class standing around talking to people. And marching a teeny parade. veteran’s day is anchovies and dishsoap compared to the 4th.
We talked about anchovies in latin today. When we weren’t watching cnn. Actually, we talked about cooking. We’re at the chapter where they eat dinner. He told us some funny stories about how he can’t read directions. And i totally pwned Alex at war today. XD
This is more like the random thread stuff than it is stuff relating to nano. Sincere apols. I’ve been rambling away at any old thread lately. Must relate to topic…
I am on Museblog hiatus due to NaNo and homework. I’ll drop in occassionally, but don’t expect to see me back until November is over.
I’m terribly behind on wordcount. Which is a shame, because I really like my plot.
Combined word count for NaNo-ing MBers is now up to 115,233.
19 – PROGRESS!
I didn’t write at all yesterday, but I’m hoping for a 5k day today. Or, I’d like to hit 25k. That would make me happy.
I started it but I’m not getting far at all.
20- Zark, how far are you?
Gah! I feel so behind. I blame it on my hideous typing skills. And lack of time. And short attention span. And too many new books. Hum. I should go write now.
Rant on Nanowrimo:
RRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ze Zyka ish mad!
My mother has not supported me from the beginning of this thing. She makes it seem like a BAD thing! It is what I’m using for a project in English and for several other things, and SHE THINKS IT IS GETTING ME BEHIND ON MY WORK!!! It IS my work!!! Why can’t she see that? Why can’t she support me? WHY?
Just because it will make me not do superiorly (sp?!?!) in my classes in November, it doesn’t make it terrible. Because I will feel like I succeeded. This is why I usually don’t tell her of projects I am doing anymore. She beats them to the ground. And the homework she makes me do till it is perfect.
AND YET MY PARENTS SAY THEY DON’T FORCE ME TO DO ANYTHING!!!
Sorry, I am just reeeeally angry about that right now. She told me to “stop doing this stupid novel junk” and “get on with real life” or I would “be grounded for the rest of the month.”
But I’m still doing it. I just won’t tell her of any of my achievements anymore. At least my dad supports me. GO DAD!!! And my grandpa. HAHAHAHAHA!!! (my dad’s dad…. my mom’s parents live in our house and are the biggest tattletales around, and are OVERLY nosy!!! GRRRRRRrrrRRRrRRRr)
ARGH!! I didn’t get to write today… *sobs*
P.S.- I have been tired this week and everyone has been really mad for some odd reason (I think it is the weather) and so my parents have yelled at me and told me to quit writing. I will be writing in secret from now on.
24-that’s why my parentals don’t know i’m doing it.
i’m 2267 words behind. *sobses*
My parents like the idea, but they don’t want me doing it until I’ve done all my homework. Which leaves me to be writing in the middle of the night.
I do most of my writing on the weekend.
OOH! Tis and excerpt!
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Prologue
DEKRANE. Lesoa System. Galaxy Andromeda. Year 243 NC.
General!†shouted soldier Marz Kon. “That laser cannon just wounded half of our remaining soldiers!! He pointed to a large cannon halfway across the field.
“Well, do something about it!†yelled General Vae.
“Our energy guns are out of power!†yelled Kon in reply over the booming of the Dekrockan’s cannon.
“Here!†General Vae threw Kon an energy pack.
“Thanks!†said Kon as he passed out the bulbs inside to the other soldiers.
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Kon, Vae, and the all of the other soldiers sat around the King of Dekrane’s dining room table, eating and laughing merrily. They were here to celebrate the Dekranian’s victory over the Dekrockans.
“Thank God we fought hard,†said soldier Norf.
“And strong,†added soldier Foze.
“And thank God for double agents,†said General Vae.
“Yeah, great idea of Nox’s there,†said Foze.
“Thanks,†said Nox quietly. He was a shy person. A bell rang up at the head of the table. Everyone fell silent. The King of Dekrane stood up.
“Now, to reward you for your chivalry and courage during the Darven Wars,†said the king his deep, melodious voice, looking at each one of the soldiers.
“I will try my best to grant ONE, I repeat, ONE of your wishes. And no wishing for more wishes.†He smiled a small, king-like smile.
“Marz Kon, stand up,†the King said. Kon stood up, shaking slightly. “What do you want?â€
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After 30 or so minutes of wish-granting on the King’s part, it was finally General Vae’s turn.
“Now, Soran Vae, stand.†General Vae stood up. He was a purposeful man, and he knew what he wanted.
“What is your wish, General?†the King asked. Vae took a deep breath.
“I would like,†He breathed again.
“To settle down, in a nice house in Calaen, and start a family.†He finished with another breath.
“Oh, interesting,†said the King with a small, king-like chuckle.
“Of course. I shall give you your house in Calaen, and give you a suitable wife. I’m sure you will love her.â€
The King smiled.
“Now, good soldiers, go off and lead your lives.â€
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General Vae certainly did lead his life. The wife that the King picked out for him was perfect. Her name was Masyi, and they fell in love immediately. Their house in Calaen was large, with a pool and a garden. Pretty soon, Masyi became pregnant. On 09 Nol, she had twins, and named them Vera and Cayli. But just three weeks later, their wonderful house was bombed by angry Dekrockans, and in the midst of it, Masyi disappeared.
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Comments?
Hey I am sorta like penty I will try to drop in but I only have 2,184 words write now but I will leave a excerpt.
You Never saw this it is …Revenge of the Staplers
I thought they were nice and I bet so did you but one year Tommy and Jenny learned that they were not…
“It’s biting me Help me!!!†Tommy tried to shake it off his leg but it wouldn’t let go.
“Well you have your problems and I have mine!†Jenny screamed while trying to hit some of the staplers away from them. The slipped back into the house and began arguing.
“How did it start?†You may ask yourself. “What is attacking them?†Well hopefully your smart enough to realize what is attacking them but we are gonna back it up now and start from the beginning of the story.
A girl waited by her bus stop and twirled her aburn hair around her finger. That is Jenny for those who think that jenny is a guy’s name. And walking towards her is Tommy.
They are thirteen years old. Everything seems okay nothing is at all bad yet…
“Hey.†Tommy did a little nod to gesture a hello to her. She returned the gesture.
“Yo, You finished your homework?†she saw the bus lurch towards the stop and started making her way up the steps of the bus.
“Heck No! I was up to late working on the project he gave us after we went to antetim,…†He sat next to Jenny on the bus. When someone dressed brightly in Goth-loli style popped up in seat behind them like a gopher.
“Hiya, Tomcats and Kitties it is Lera here on bus twenty-four reporting…†She spoke loudly into her voice recorder she carried around. Jenny snatched it from Lera’s hand and stopped it.
“How many times do I say this,†she looked aggravated at Lera “Lera-chen. You are not to do that stupid show on this bus!†By now she had most Everyone’s attention including the bus driver’s.
“ Miss. Nelson if you do not stop that racket right now I will personally stop this bus and go over and…†The students looked behind to watch Jenny’s reaction.
“ It’s taken care of ma’am.†Jenny handed the recorder back to Lera. Whom smirked at Jenny. Meghan leaned over the seat where Jenny and Tommy sat,
“Hey Guys, did Christine tell you what the low down is on Friday?†Jenny and Tommy shook their heads ‘no’ while Lera nodded ‘yes’, “I wasn’t talking to you Lera-chen! Anyway
two days from today, Friday, Christine found some antique junk in her great aunt’s closet and she said that there might be some stuff we could do with it.†Tommy stared quizzically
“What do ya mean? Do ‘stuff’ with the stuff?†he shuffled his feet a bit on the floor of the bus. “Oh; and are boys allowed?†Jenny gave him an off the shoulder punch everyone except for tommy said
“Duh!†Tommy lifted his hands up in anguish,
“I should’ve known that’d be the answer to that question.†The bus finally arrived at the school and everyone emptied off the bus.
“Don’t take drugs you insolent children! Listen to your parents their older than you and henceforth should be wiser. But in raising children l
ike you it is probably unlikely that they are.†The bus driver yelled from her seat to all the children who were plodding into the school building. “ You all heard me! And someday
you will thank me for what I have done for all of you. Which was give you all helpful advice…†Her voice started to die off as the unusual group of Tommy, Meghan, Lera, and Jenny walked into school.
“I wish some how we could get rid of that idiotic bus driver; she’s always ranting like that everyday!†Meghan said as she opened her locker.
“Maybe we could send her off into space for three weeks. She can cool her heels up there!†Lera leaned on her locker already done opening and
getting books out she talked all she could do. The get to home room bell rang and all of them went off to Mr. Roseni’s room. Now Mr. Roseni was not a
bad guy. He was tall staged a feud with the science teacher. He got very loud sometimes, he horsed around with the kids a lot threatening to hit them with rulers
Jadestone’s story’s prologue. Maybe.
I stood on a beach, the waves crashing against the rocks savagely before me. It was night, but everything was clearly illuminated with a silver light. I glanced up at the sky curiously, noting the absence of stars or a moon. I had never been to a beach before. This dream wasn’t one of mine, then. They never were. I walked along the sand, nearly feeling its crunch under my feet as I grew closer to the water. When the waves were close enough to nearly tough the edges of my feet with their lapping intensity, I turned and walked parallel to the sea. I glanced around, wondering if anyone else was here. Not to my disappointment, whoever had dreamed this place up was gone. Woken up, most likely, leaving their dream behind as they left, soon it would dissolve into the inky blackness it had been formed from. But until then, it was mine. A sort of greedy pleasure filled me, at having a place to myself. Since before I can remember, I have never had a dream that I had thought up, that was truly mine. I always found myself in the confused musings and problems of others. Normally, the dreams I ended up in were overcrowded with thoughts and anxiety, but this one was calm and cool. It made me feel safe somehow, as if the sea I stood next to could wash everything away.
I sighed happily, and sat down upon the cool sand. I sifted it thorough my fingers, enjoying the almost-feel of it as slid, cool and snake-like, back into the hollows from which I dug it. I enjoyed this moment while I could; abandoned dreams never last long. They can stay for a minute or an hour depending on the strength of the dreamer. But dream-time is unreliable anyway; you can never truly tell how long you have been in one place. I forced myself to stop thinking about my dream-world theories, and just enjoy what was left. The waves were growing larger, crashing in front of and around me but never touching my skin, even going so far as to splash away from my body as if an invisible bubble separated me from the rest of the dream. It was as if the sea itself knew I didn’t belong here, and dealt with me by neither hurting nor helping me. Even the sprayed mist that rose from the foaming wrath of the waves like glistening pearls did so much as to shoot over and away from me, ricocheting like rubber balls away from my flesh. I amused myself for a while watching them, but after a few minutes my attention wandered. A small shell was floating near me, trapped in the swirling vortex of currents. Without thinking, I reached my hand out to snatch it. As soon as my hand was a hair’s width from the water, the ocean seemed to realize m intentions and withdrew, leaving the small, dappled shell glistening and perfectly dry on the sand.
I picked it up, half expecting it to shrivel to dust in my hands. It didn’t. I held it in my hands, and again the almost-feel of a smooth, cool, something calmed me. On impulse, I held it up to my ear and listened. It was signing, softly, in words I couldn’t quite catch. It seemed important, somehow, that I know what it had to say. I cupped it closer to my face, struggling to hear what it said and blocking all else from my mind. Holding my breath, I concentrated. The words grew clearer for a half second, and then dimmed and pulsed just so I couldn’t make anything else. Disappointed, I let my hand fall down to my side. The dream was getting fuzzy now; I could nearly see it unraveling at the edges. Dismayed, I realized that this dream, this little isle of calm, was ending. The shell fell through my hand like smoke with a last, small sight I could barely catch. A dark fog was closing over the landscape as the dream dissolved back into the stuff from which it was first molded, by the unknowing dreamer who had shaped it into it’s beautiful work of art. They probably wouldn’t even remember this when they thought back. I sighed sadly, and the gentle whoosh of air filled up the emptiness, echoing back at me and filling me itself until I woke to the cold light of the sun on my skin. Dreams never last.
9-Good for you. I’m 13 and going for 50k but not very hard. I want to make it but I’m not sure I will.
19-Nice! Woo hoo!
29-Interesting, but fairly matter-of-fact. I’m sure that once NaNo is over and you edit it’ll become shinier and more polished.
31-I like it-it’s very pretty. But it’s rotten as a prologue because it tells you absolutely zilch about the plot and characters.
In my story, the plot just went out of control. I screwed up that thing where the chapter’s POVs switch off, and then the three MCs meet far too early. Also, my writing is now Word Count oriented, meaning that I will stop when someone’s being held at gunpoint to talk about the love life of the guy who wired the lightfixtures. I have entire scenes in parentheses, and I keep hinting at the romantic subplot, which is threatening to turn into a nasty triangle. Oh yeah, did I mention that it’s absurdist comedic and therefore I am abusing my holy and sacred right not to back anything up with scientific theory or explanation? Because let’s face it-I am.
My plot is kind of changing courses too. I keep changing the focus so I have the feeling it won’t make sense. Oh well!
I like my plot so far. However, I’m behind as well. rather horribly. I’m not really trying for 50k though. I mean it’d be cool if I made it, but I’m trying for more like 20k or just a big chunk. I’m at 5,3something.
My parents don’t seem to mind or care.
34- Lucky, I am only at 2,4 somthing I wish I was at 5,5 luckies you all have time but now I will go back to my hole in which I will be working on my story. If you know me on NaNo don’t forget to talk to me I will drop in sometimes.
5800 words behind. i’m rayther pleased with myself. i was like 8000 behind when i started today. i think. maybe it was closer to 7000. but still, i’m pleased. XD didn’t write at all thurs, fri, or yestiddy because of theater, so i’m doing major catching up today. My plot is terribly confusing. And it’s totally word count based too XD i just spent like 200 words describing the process of making a sandwich.
I didn’t write at all this weekend b/c number one, my dad booted me off the computer for all the weekend, and number two, I left my plot outline at skool. Noooooooooooooooo!!!
I wrote over 4000 words today. i feel special and accomplished. i’m still 4000 words behind of course. But let’s not talk about that.
I’ve written a lot, but not all of it’s typed, and I haven’t updated my profile in a bajillion years. I don’t think I’m going to make it to 50,000 words by the 30th, but after i’ve written as much as possible in November, I’m going to try to finish the rest of the novel in December, and then try again next year. I’m rather slow, still, because on my best day, I wrote 1,000 words. Grrrrrr.
37-screw your plot outline. this is nano. if you lose it, just write. anything counts.
32 – I thought that the whole point of a prologue was to be confusing and give you a glimpse of one or two characters. Jadestone’s does that perfectly.
Here’s some more:
Silvio went to sleep completely exhausted. It was only 1600, but he fell asleep instantly, because he was truly exhausted. It was a good thing, too. He would never been able to get to sleep if he wasn’t.
Aisha went to sleep amazingly afraid. It was only 1700, but she fell asleep instantly, because she was so afraid. Sleep seemed so inviting then. It was a good thing, too. She would never have been able to get to sleep if she wasn’t and sleep didn’t.
Krade went hunting for the rest of the day. He felt like he had to, because Aisha wasn’t nearly as good at hunting as him, and Silvio was terrible, being wingless. He would give them whatever he caught for their journey. He caught three pairs of Chags, two in their bird form, and one in their worm form. Those types of Chags are the tastiest. Krade also caught five Dwindlekads, who were easy to catch, because they were so stupid. He didn’t usually catch them, because he had them all the time, but they tasted so good to dragons who weren’t sick of them, and only a few dragons have the sense of time to catch them, even though it is very easy if you know how.
Aisha had a personal alarm clock in her system. She would sense everything in her body before she went to sleep, and then she would simply tell it when to wake up. Other dragons were amazed at this technique, but she didn’t see why. It was simply a matter of telling your body who was boss. If you established that with it, you could do whatever you wanted with it. That’s why she was such a good flyer and other things. She just didn’t take no for an answer. The only thing that stumped her was the hunting. Because your body can’t do that for you. Almost all of hunting was in your head. And although she had very good mental strength, it wasn’t always enough.
Aisha had been planning on setting her personal alarm clock to 2345, so that she would have about 15 klinks to wake Silvio up, to get ready for flight, all of that stuff. But she had a hunch that Carrie’s Shadowbird would try to do something to Silvio. So as much as she believed that Krade could easily handle it, she scheduled herself to 2100.
It was a good thing, too. Aisha had known her sister from birth, and since Carrie had been the brave one for many years, she had spent a lot of time inside Carrie’s Shadowbird. She had noticed the power of the Shadowbird, and the feeling that you were in a great spot, and that if you stayed there forever you would be the happiest dragon ever. Aisha had learned to resist the luring power of the Shadowbird, and that had helped her on many occasions. Never, though, had Carrie had trouble with her own Shadowbird. She was such a strong-hearted dragon.
Aisha woke up at 2100 to a troubling sight. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes. The Shadowbird had literally picked Silvio up off the ground, and was holding him by the neck. “You must tell me what all of your dreams were about, or I will rip every scale off of your body!†Aisha gasped. She gasped every time something like a scale ripping was mentioned. She knew that the Shadowbird was just threatening, but she was so afraid of things like that. A dragon’s scales were their source of magic, as well as all of their protection. One scale off of you and you were in immense pain for months after the ripping. If you found the scale that was ripped it could be as little as a week, but that was rare and it was still a long time to suffer. It also made you vulnerable in that part of your body. So ripping scales off of your or any other dragon’s body was serious business.
Well, actually, Aisha didn’t see or hear anything. Her eyes were closed. She was still asleep, just dreaming. But what she saw when she really woke up was similarly gruesome and unfortunate. The Shadowbird was pacing. It was pacing fast. Aisha had to remind herself that she couldn’t think about what she and Silvio were going to do. She had to think about something else. How about, “Oh, gosh, I scheduled myself to wake up really early! My goodness! What was I thinking?†Okay. That seems to be working. Keep it up, Aisha.
She tried to see what else was happening. It was fairly easy, because she had good vision. Silvio was still smashed in the ground, his belly down, his head, legs and tail splayed out on the sides of him. He really did look funny. Krade was doing an excellent imitation of being asleep. He probably had wiped his mind to make sure that Cabow (that was what she decided to call Carrie’s Shadowbird) didn’t hear him think anything. And Cabow continued to pace, slowly, simply, steadily waiting. Waiting for something. Back, and forth, and back, and forth. It kept a simple pattern, sticking to the beat. It took up so much time, more that Aisha had expected. She was beginning to fall to sleep…when she realized what was happening. It was one of Cabow’s tricks. Steady beat. Rhythm. It would catch anyone. Most anyone. But she remembered. And now she was caught. It knew what she knew about it. And she would have to act quick.
“Krade! Krade! Get up! do it! Now!â€
“Wha…?â€
“There’s no time! Bottle the bird, anything! But attack it now. Understand? It needs to happen! This is important!â€
Krade wasted no time. He began his work completely silent. It was a wonder to watch him work. He was swift, silent, and efficient. He had wonderful technique in everything, because his father was a champion at all physical challenges and he taught his son everything he knew.
Aisha didn’t waste very much time watching Krade, though. She knew a lot about capturing creatures that could escape almost everything. She had to create a star. A star that was so big that it would explode only kisons after it was made. It would make a hole that sucked everything up, and nothing could escape it. But you had to be careful that when you finished, you didn’t get sucked up with the hole. You had to imprint yourself in the star, so that it wouldn’t think that you were bad, and that you should be sucked up. If you thought that you were going to want to take something out of the hole, you would have to put a bottle inside. You would tell the bottle to come to you when summoned. This was very difficult, even for an amazing magic summoner like Aisha. That’s why she didn’t do this for hunting and other things.
I have a bit more, but it will be revealed later. Mwahahaha! You don’t get to see it yet because it’s not in context. But I’ll show it to MB when I write everything in between.
40- You’re meeeean. j/k. Well I got it back and as soon as I finish my blecky math homework I’ll start to write again.
41- Nice.
Kenneth Oppel came to my skool today. He wrote Airborn, Skybreaker, and the Silverwing series. I gave him a book I wrote last year. Publishpublishpublish….
I think at the very end of NaNo, we should have a thread or something that is a place where everyone can post their stories. And at the top there should be a list of everyone who participated
GAAH. Writers block agh agh aaaaaaagggggh.
I want to write:
This war will be __________ in the control of the planet.
Is it “instrumental”? Grrrrrr….
Hey everyone. I’m at school now, so darlingest GAPA I apologise for not using my real email, but I don’t want people getting it through the auto-fill. Anyway, I finally typed up what I had written! Squee! Add 200 words to my total, yeah!
OMG!!! I wrote Chapter 7, and it’s six pages and 1019 words long!! Did I write this somewhere before?
42-I am so jealous!!!!!!!!! I really liked Airborne and Skybreaker.
I must write *goes off to write*
Or I will soon, anyway
i dont care about star warz
43 – Good idea.
Here’s what I wrote at school (aka a few minutes ago.) It’s a sort of a fast forward, but it’s just while they’re flying, so I thought it would be okay to show you:
“I wonder what she’ll look like…” Aisha said, breaking the silence.
“Probably like every other human; small, white, wingless, almost colorless, wearing gadgets everywhere,” He took a deep breath. “Tail-less, too. No scales. Carrying things in her hands. Probably that stuff growing out of her head. They look so strange.” said Silvio.
“Yeah, maybe. But she’s magic. She can do things better than dragons at magic! More than dragons! She can sew Shadowbirds on, for Hanykon’s sake! Don’t you think she would look more magical, more fantastic, than regular humans?”
“Oh, yeah. I guess. Maybe she has stars around her. or maybe she has scales for her magic. Of course she has scales for her magic. She has to. How else would she store her magic?”
They were sounding like excited brades now.
“Yeah!” shouted Aisha. “She’ll look regular, but she’ll have scales. Oh, and wings. She has to have wings. She can fly, remember the stories?”
“Yeah…she’s such an amazing human.”
Silence followed his comment for a long time afterward. The whole trip, actually. because in the middle of the desert, a home protected by the magic of Peter Pan stood.
Oooohhh, cliffhanger!!!!!!!
My plot is out of control. Zyatirev is getting into it way too soon, Mark just disarmed and android, and I totally forgot the thing with the Chaeliin. Oh my. Could I feel like the writer just once, and not the enabler?
I like my plot. It’s all the little stuff that happens in between I’m annoyed at. My character’s real story is only really in dream-world, so I’m sick of writing when she’s awake. I think i’m going to send her into a coma later to weazel out of it. Mwahahaha. I love being able to control(remotly) what happens.
My plot is very climax-y right now. A couple chapters such as 6, 7, 8, 9 have to be written with Vera and Cayli (the MCs) separated. It’s not hard, but it makes my chapters extra-long b/c I have to write like a chapter for Cayli and one for Vera, so it makes it v. long. That’s good. Chapter 7 was 1019 words. I know I said that before, but I’m so proud. I just finished Chapter 8 yesterday.
It is very hard to concentrate on my writing Chapter 9, b/c my bro is humming the “Best Day Ever” song from SpongeBob over and over.
Me: Don’t sing that song any more!!
Bro: Best day ever…. C D E G…. Best day ever…
Me: SHUT UP!!
Bro: Best day ever…..
Me: Grrrrrrrrrrr.
The thing with the verified word counter is a lie. I’m telling you, it is. It gave me thirty words behind what I had. WTF?
54 – I have no idea. I’m guessing that you checked all possibilities, so I don’t have to say, “Did you [blank]? Oh, and did you [blank]?” Am I right?
I’ll try it and see what happens.
The word count worked fine on my computer…
I hope it begins working again, Queenie!
I don’t have any chapters. mwahahahah. Oh well. It is just sort of chopped into sections. chopchopchopchopchop
Nano is making me crazy
57 – I’m the same. I had to make a chapter one to show the separation between the prologue and the rest of the story. But I might put chapters in to get more words. I’m such an interesting cheater.
55-I tried it twice and then checked. When Queenie does a thing, she does it right. Anyway, oh well.
57-I had chapters up until about 8, which was six pages and three major events ago.
I gave up on my plot. The story line strangled itself, the outline ate Drano, and all my plots and plans either swallowed swords or stabbed themselves with them. So all I have now are a bunch of immature plot ideas bouncing around, trying to crowd their way in. I copped out-Mark is now married, Kenny’s gonads have apparently disappeared, and I just added a spy agency built of grotesquely cartoonish cyborgs to the mix. Oh yeah, did I mention I got the prize for Most Faceless and Dumb Settings?
*****
“Then what’s our best bet?†Qwayze asked, feeling more and more comfortable with Team Emu. Her mind kept flipping back to when she had met them. God, were they good. But how? L’Academie Dejellement graduates didn’t work for the Nirflatoo. They went into her own, good old home the Coldstream Guards, Go For Broke, Aryjeggin, Campbell’s Killers, or Nawaiyhan. Or any quasi-military civilian outlet. But the Nirflatoo? The Nerdy Nirfs? That, in Zyatirev’s opinion, did not happen. Ever.
“Besides getting the hell out of here, you mean? Oh. Well, what we need to do is make ourselves indispensible. We must be the core of his organization. If we’re not, someone else will be chosen and we will come down with a very bad case of dead that may be contagious. I think we can make it happen if we draw on our vast reserves of sang froid and pretend that we know what will happen next and what will happen next after that.†He smiled happily, obviously feeling he had solved the problem entirely and that all would be smooth sailing from now on.
Zyatirev stared at him, mouth open, in utter shock. “You’re mad! You’re totally mad! You’re completely insane. Both of you. You think we can bull our way through it?â€
Krevtushin-LaJoie nodded, enjoying the feeling of having caught Qwayze off her guard. “We can’t go around it. We can’t go under it. We can’t go over it.â€
“We can’t go through it, either!†she pointed out, hands wildly gesturing in intensely choreographed movements that suggested all sorts of angst filled emotional turmoil within. If Qwayze had still been trying to seduce him, it would never have happened. However, she was not, and that made Kenny think of her in a sexier way, oddly enough.
“Exactly. So we bull our way through the thing. That’s settled, because there’s nothing else we can do.â€
*****
See what I mean? Oy vey!
I made a plot outline. I don’t like things getting off track, and my story only has one subplot. Which I might get rid of.
I tried to stay on track in the beginning, but then I realized that it was really impossible to stay exactly on track and stay on track with my wordcount…so my plot basically died.
Just finished Chapter 10. I am now v. happy. Yay!
I broke 30K and 100 pages at the same time yestiddy. Or pretty close anyway. I’m still about 4500 words behind though. Gotta go catch up!
I am sooooooooooooo behind. I just hit 20K. yikes! I just can’t seem to keep up…
My novel in English class is so stupid. Here’s a bit from it:
I later married Diver Bob. Even though he wasn’t a merman, I still loved him. I don’t care if he knows I’m a mermaid. There’s no way to hide it. I can’t hide my love for him either. I gave him one of the rare urchins he was looking for, and he later became a famous diver. Father thinks he may tell the humans, but I know he won’t. I trust him too much. Violet is dating Gavin and she moved to Finville. Gavin used to be so handsome but he turned into a fat lard. Ursula brought back mother and she is doing better. Ursula has convinced everyone she is good, I already knew that though. She is my neighbor now. As for Stu, he went to trial. He was sentenced to daily eel shocking for trying to kill my mother, the queen. Every day I get to watch him get zapped. Everything is fine and we lived happily ever after.
That’s the last paragraph of my story. It sucks real bad.
hahaha! 20K! I’m really behind but whatever! teehee!
Hello, Cotton! I was wondering where you had been.
I am sososososososososo behind it’s not even funny. I think I’m having a 5-10k day today, though, which is good. Stupid papers.
I’m not trying to get to 50k, so I’m not that stressed.
Penty – I think I’m going to have one of those days too!
Yes! Indeedy I did. I wrote 11 thousand words today. And now I am almost caught up! All I did today was write. It was fun!
I am at my climax and I am pacing. GRrrrrrrrRrRrrrr….
My dad sent me an e-mail entitled “Your Novella”. GRRRRRRRRr
N-O-V-E-L (albiet, in progress).
Oh well, he sent me some stuff I had typed on his compy, so now my wordcount is almost to 10,000. Only 40,000 words to go…
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Almost over!
I have 45 thousand! I wrote about 8K today and a ton the last few days (like, 11K a day)…I really want to win, so I’ve been writing all day. It’s fun!
Durn. Got home at like 9:40-ish, mater gave me until ten on comp and guess what, it’s ten. And i didn’t do any nano. At least i’m not already behind. I guess i can catch up tomorrow. Risky though, risky. I wanted to be done by tomorrow actually, just to be safe, but it looks like i won’t be. Oh well, tomorrow i’ll just write as much as i possibly can.
I won last night.
And, there were over 10 days I didn’t write at all. :p
I won!
Yipeeeeee!
Congratulations, Zallie!
You too, Panda!
Are we the only two Muser winners so far?
78- I tink so…
I WIN!
*is estatic*
*though she blew off everything else today to sprint to the finish line*
*joy*
I won! yay me! Yay sweet mel! yay Zallie! yay PP! YAAAAY!
want me to post my story here or will that displease the mighty GAPA because of the insane amount of space it will take up?
GAPA, please answer question? Note the l.
Doesn’t bother me. It will help readability if you double-space between paragraphs, though.
Ebeth, do you mean an excerpt, a summary, or 50,000 words as in 100+ pages?
I see you posted an excerpt on NaNo — isn’t it a trip to turn the pages! To see that lovely purple bar and the banners on your author page. Alas, not for me this time around. But yay for all of you! *throws heaps of tiny little confetti pies*
Whoops. 50,000 words?! No, I don’t think you’d better post all that here.
All 50000. Apols to all who will shortly get very annoyed at me for having to scroll down so far past my luvverly story.
*eats confetti pie* tankers LB! you’ll get it next year
Here it comes…
[Sorry, this is too big. We’ll have to give the novel its own thread. –Admin.]
Whoops, sry
Well there’s the first bit of it anyway
Oh sveet, i feel special now. Tankers GAPA!
391,158. That’s the stunning total of words unleashed by MBers as officially recorded during NaNoWriMo 2006.
84 – did you see my excerpt?
I agree, it’s difficult to turn those pages.
(91) Yes, Purple Panda, I read your excerpt. I could really relate to Avi as I heard many of those same speeches from teachers and parents when I was in school! Gosh, don’t adults get tired of saying the same things? You clearly understand the psychology of your characters. My favorite part is Peter’s thoughts about the sounds in the library. I love it when I read something and say “I didn’t think anyone else noticed that” or “I never would have thought about that.” Nice details, too, like the buckeyes and the green plastic bag on the newspaper.
The pages may be tricky to turn but worth it. The words just look more thrilling in a book than on plain paper. Before the NaNo people cleared everything out from 2005, I had to go back and take one last look at mine.
I think they had archives of the 2005 ones, but I’m not sure…I haven’t checked.