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At the Write-In tonight I cracked 20k (20,267 to be precise).
Afterwards, when the writers sat down to a general chat, it was agreed that I was doing the best in terms of word count of those present. As a reward I got a rare sticker, apparently from last year, which is quite large and says in blue letters:
Hello
my novel is
[blank space]
I intend to fill it in to read:
Hello
my novel is
MA BITCH!!!
That way when my brain goes BREAK!!! at around the 27k mark I can change it to read:
Hello
my novel is
A BITCH!!!
and then when I rally and finish the damned thing by the 30th, I can alter it again to read:
Hello
my novel is
BITCHIN
I also got a cool writing rock, another sticker that says "Be nice to me or I'll put you in my novel", and a little yellow button that says: "I WRITE BOOKS".
The stickers are SO going on my laptop and the button is already on the lapel of my winter coat.
An excerpt:
Robles was a tall man who favored a brown trenchcoat over a dark suit and always looked vaguely rumpled; Tatiana’s mother had once called him “Columbo” in jest and Tatiana had needed to resort to an Internet search to get the joke. He had seen things in his time as DPNI liaison that would send most non-Manifesters screaming into the night as fast as they could run, but the most extreme reaction that Tatiana had ever seen out of him was the desire to smoke a cigarette afterwards.
“The story we’re giving the Sheriff is that this guy is a drug smuggler who got on the wrong side of his former colleagues.” Robles glanced around the almost leafless forest. “Told them there’s no car or other physical evidence they can sell at auction, so that’ll stop them asking too many questions.”
“So we’re DEA now?” Tatiana shook her head. She’d taken Narcotics Investigation as one of her courses at the Illinois State Police Academy; she supposed that she could pull off a DEA agent if she had to. Anderson, however...
“Yep.” Robles looked Anderson up and down. “No chip, eh?”
“No. It is against my faith.”
Robles nodded. “Better let her do the talking, then.”
EDITED TO ADD: A whole different (and much more interesting) excerpt is now up on my NaNo page, here:
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/240900
Go to the "Novel Excerpt" tab. And please, let me know what you think.
Afterwards, when the writers sat down to a general chat, it was agreed that I was doing the best in terms of word count of those present. As a reward I got a rare sticker, apparently from last year, which is quite large and says in blue letters:
my novel is
[blank space]
I intend to fill it in to read:
my novel is
MA BITCH!!!
That way when my brain goes BREAK!!! at around the 27k mark I can change it to read:
my novel is
A BITCH!!!
and then when I rally and finish the damned thing by the 30th, I can alter it again to read:
my novel is
BITCHIN
I also got a cool writing rock, another sticker that says "Be nice to me or I'll put you in my novel", and a little yellow button that says: "I WRITE BOOKS".
The stickers are SO going on my laptop and the button is already on the lapel of my winter coat.
An excerpt:
Robles was a tall man who favored a brown trenchcoat over a dark suit and always looked vaguely rumpled; Tatiana’s mother had once called him “Columbo” in jest and Tatiana had needed to resort to an Internet search to get the joke. He had seen things in his time as DPNI liaison that would send most non-Manifesters screaming into the night as fast as they could run, but the most extreme reaction that Tatiana had ever seen out of him was the desire to smoke a cigarette afterwards.
“The story we’re giving the Sheriff is that this guy is a drug smuggler who got on the wrong side of his former colleagues.” Robles glanced around the almost leafless forest. “Told them there’s no car or other physical evidence they can sell at auction, so that’ll stop them asking too many questions.”
“So we’re DEA now?” Tatiana shook her head. She’d taken Narcotics Investigation as one of her courses at the Illinois State Police Academy; she supposed that she could pull off a DEA agent if she had to. Anderson, however...
“Yep.” Robles looked Anderson up and down. “No chip, eh?”
“No. It is against my faith.”
Robles nodded. “Better let her do the talking, then.”
EDITED TO ADD: A whole different (and much more interesting) excerpt is now up on my NaNo page, here:
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/240900
Go to the "Novel Excerpt" tab. And please, let me know what you think.
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http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/240900
In the "Novel Excerpt" tab, of course. I'd love to know what you think.
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I love this excerpt.... *wants the whole thing* LOL ;)
(*is craving to have even one idea half as good as this one to work with, sigh*)