I have NOT been keeping up these past few days. I'm only at 24,688 so far. Bleah. Also, at some point I'm goin to be posting a Grooveshark playlist containing the songs that influence this story most tangibly--the ones that name or describe particular characters, or deliver chunks of the story intact. Should be fun and useful, particularly if you ( Read more... )

The lyrics at the beginnings of the chapters are supposed to set the theme for the chapter, as you might expect. However, I keep picking out lyrics and then writing a chapter that ends up covering something completely different than that chapter was going to cover. I'll probably switch them around later. For now though, just figure that each ( Read more... )

Slogging slowly forward. Haven't gotten so far behind as to lose hope, but have definitely got to grit my teeth and do some catching up.

( Chapter Four )

Because now I hear at least one non-NaNo person is going to be reading this, I'd just like to restate the standard NaNo disclaimer: This dreck was pounded out as fast as I could with no editing and little scene planning, just plot planning. When I finish it if I intend to do ANYTHING with it it will basically need to be rewritten. SO. ON TO  ( Read more... )

Here's my first chapter, finished this morning. I've already fulfilled past day two's word count requirements! Hooray for write-ins! Must create buffer for the week two storm clouds though.

( Chapter One )

 Awriigghhhht, HELLO AGAIN YOU GUYS. TWENTY TEN IS HERE AND OCTOBER IS HERE AND IT IS TIME FOR NANOPLANMO! This year's novel, Turn and Face the Strange, is based on the songs of David Bowie. Thus, in the name of research I'm buying new CDs and memorabilia and LPs I can't play every week. The latest purchase is a DVD of rare videos, "Space Oddities ( Read more... )

She groped her way out to the library door, blinking and rubbing at her eyes, then turned the knob and opened the door. To her shock and considerable unsettlement, it was not only the books and shelves that greeted her vision, but Kristoff. He was standing in front of a shelf with his back to her, inspecting the spines of the books upon ( Read more... )

Back in her own village, Tesni had cleaned houses. The wives of the village were neither very rich nor very busy, and could easily have cleaned their own small homes. But its being a tradesmen’s’ and merchants’ village instead of a farmers’ village tended to give the women in particular certain airs of being, if not high society, ( Read more... )

When Tesni’s eyes had become used to the dim light of the house’s interior, she found herself in a small, close kitchen, the ceiling hung with smoked and salted meats, herbs, and rows of gently and sinisterly gleaming pots and pans. As her eyes adjusted further, she saw that many of the pots and pans were glazed in thick layers of gray dust. Indeed ( Read more... )

It occurred to me the other day as I was transcribing the first three and a half pages of C.S. Lewis's The Magician's Nephew onto my forearm that my novel title sounds a bit familiar. I am still deciding whether this bothers me. I am also a little bit appalled at my first chapter this year. I realize that quality is not important in NaNo but I ( Read more... )