The price was set. The time was right. The equipment, if you want to call it that, was primed and ready, and so it was time to find out just what the deal was with the clothesline-wielding housewife of doom.

She also had a tentacle.

"What the ever-loving fuck is that?!?!?!?"You made me wait," she said, slapping the tentacle, green and rather ( Read more... )

"If you'd just get off of me," he gasped, "then perhaps we could work out the financial details with a little more, shall we say, dignity ( Read more... )

So, this was my NaNoWriMo novel last year. I wrote perhaps 1500 words. This year, my novel is somewhere else entirely, which is cool. I am sure that I'll get more written on it, anyway ( Read more... )

This is where I keep my 50K novel attempt for NaNoWriMo. The nature of LiveJournal is such that you're reading the last thing I wrote first; this is an obnoxious way to read a story in my opinion, plus if I do manage to extend my writing skills to the point of managing a plot twist or two, you'll know what it is before you even know it's a twist. ( Read more... )

Young Rose watched in awe as the royal procession walked past her pew. The chapel was draped in silks matching the colors of the devices of the royal pair, and every possible immobile surface (and a few that moved, in the form of overdressed courtiers) was trimmed in silver and gold. And all the candles . . .Rose had never seen so many! There must ( Read more... )

The sun was peeking over the horizon now, as Rose looked out over the city. The roofs of all the homes look as if they're made of gold in the morning light, Rose mused. In such a home was I born and raised. And as much as I love Harris, I must admit that sometimes he's the only thing that keeps me here. Fairy tales are not all they're cracked up to ( Read more... )

The early morning was peaceful and quiet; entirely at odds with the twitchy sensations running through her mind. Around her embroidry frames and sewing baskets, the paraphenelia of a gossiping gaggle of ladies-in-waiting, became more distinct by the minute in the growing light. Many of the frames and baskets bore smallish pieces in various stages ( Read more... )

     It was altogether too cold. And, while no one could say that at this time of the morning it was too dark, there was something amiss that the dark seemed to make more obvious. Beside Rose in the bed, her husband slumbered on, blissfully unaware of his wife's wakeful fidgeting. Rose threw back the covers and stepped onto the hardwood floor; it ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I start writing. Do I have charachters? No. Do I hvae a plot in mind? No. Hell, I don't even have a working title.

I'm in good shape. Oh, yeah. Great American Novel, here I come!!

Welcome to my novel! There's no novel here just yet- this journal is for the NaNoWriMo 50K challenge, which starts November 1st ( Read more... )