NaNoWriMo 2010

[Elliekat]

@Hiikaru I have about 8 pages now in my notebook. I'm adding and tweaking a little bit as I type, though, so it's good <3

 

[hopeandjoy]

Lost a day and I'm going to lose tomorrow.

There's no way I can keep this up. I'm just going to have to use Saturday to the best of my ability.

 

[Tailsy]

Hit 5000! Whoo! Well, 5193 to be exact, after a quick ten-minute word sprint with #tcod. :D

My first story has gotten to the parts I'm quite excited to write, and I've realised I'll need to add in another section to it (before the part I'm writing now but obviously not editing any of my previous stuff), so more words galore!!

I'm cool okay.

 

[Mercy]

Just gonna whore out my profile for anyone who wants to add a loser. C:

I've got 5665-ish so far and just deciding if I want to add on to a chapter or totally create a new one. But I'm proud of the wordcount. :]

 

[Superbird]

Aww, don't feel too terrible toward him. He probably thought he was being a superhero by going out of his way to take care of that mistaken kid.

It was the kid's fault anyway—I just don't see why the bus driver couldn't have waited until after the route was done to take her back. Oh, and my bus driver is a woman ;P

...It's starting to feel like sort of a chore to write the full 1,667 words every day. Probably in part because my chapters are short, but...Well, I joined it this year mainly to type up the story. I actually probably won't participate next year.

 

[EvilCrazyMonkey]

So. Barely met the minimum yesterday, and I'm starting to realize that 1667/day is a LOT. Especially with an English paper to do and freaking Poetry Out Loud. Dear Mrs. Chadwell: why must you torture us with completely irrelevant boring stuff? I'm probably just going to pull the minimal 400 words out of my ass and focus on more important stuff. We get to watch Alice In Wonderland tomorrow, but. like. I wanna write without distractions. :/ I guess this is why loud music was invented.

Blargh, the only reason eating is useful to me is because it gives me a break to think about what the hell happens next.

SOMEBODY UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN. at lunch i was like FUCK THIS IMMA WRITE. but i was hungry. D:

"Whether you think you can, or you can't, you are right."

infinite love to you!

 

[Stormecho]

ONLY 1000 WORDS LEFT FOR TODAY YEEEEEAH

I AM SO PUMPED AND THIS IS SO FUN AND I SHOULDN'T INTERACT WITH PEOPLE WHEN I DO THIS.

 

[Zuu]

i started today (lol late) and have about 800 words

 

[nothing to see here]

... But catching pokémon? Battling them? Earning badges? Who would ever want to do a thing like that? What Anita's passionate about isn't /training/ pokémon.

She wants to /cook/ for them.

The first time I read this, I missed the "for" and thought that the story was about someone who wants to be a chef that goes around trying to find a way to make every Pokémon into something edible. XD

 

[Stormecho]

And done half an hour ago, but had to go walk the dog. It seems I really, really like death scenes because half of this chapter and all of today's work was... all death scenes. I found it quite interesting that I managed to be affected by the stuff I'm writing. Or maybe it's just that I'm exhausted and hyper.

GO GUYS YOU CAN DO THIS :DD

 

[Sandstone-Shadow]

Egh I've only written about 200 words so far. =( I've gotten off to a horribly slow start... hopefully I'll have some time soon to get some more words in and get myself really hooked in the story.

 

[Vladimir Putin's LJ]

Hiikaru: it seems likely, seeing as I just updated my word count to ~8,200 words and it still tells me DERP YOU HAVE 7200 WORDS GOOD JORB 8B

excerpt to show I am actually working and not just writing 'boobs' over and over

They’d long since reached Grigori’s usual guarding spot, and at that, he slumped down on a old stump he used as a makeshift bench, slid his rifle off his shoulder and held it in his right hand. Vsevolod continued standing, close to Grigori’s shoulder. They stood in silence, staring at the barren road in front of them.

Neither knew how long they stood there until they heard the distant rumble of a car’s motor. Vsevolod distractedly turned his head toward the sound and saw Iosif and Yuri approaching, leaving a dust cloud in their wake. Yuri was driving and waved at them before driving into the space near the house, to the back. Soon, the driver and passenger appeared, Iosif carting a crate and a box, Yuri one bag in either hand.

‘We succeeded!’ he said, looking a pirate who’d just come back from an expedition and hoped for damsels and drink. ‘I’m glad to see you two socialising, but don’t get distracted from your job, ah?’

Vsevolod waved at the two men as they went to put everything in storage, Iosif eyeing Grigori’s back suspiciously before yelling, ‘and boy-wonder, we’ll need your climbing skills to tie the meat up there, yeah?’ to which Grigori simply lifted a hand in acknowledgement. When the evening shift had disappeared inside, Vsevolod sat down on a rock near Grigori’s stump and sat with him in silence for the remaining two hours of their shift. He decided he would visit the tank that night.

again if you spot a glaring error it is because I'm just writing this and not correcting any of it unless it burns my eyes when I read it to my mum.

gayness level: 1/10 so-far, some bits have the main character almost oggle naked guys but it's for a reason. Gayest moment yet: comparing some dude to an angel.
Not bad considering I am writing this story but I'm not sure how I'm going to handle the part where they have to share beds without making it sound kind of sexual :(

 

[Zuu]

VPLJ, combining my russophilia with my gayphilia in a wonderful way~

if you guys really, really care i'd give an excerpt or something but

 

[Mercy]

Zuu, you should. c: It's really interesting to see how other people's stories are coming along~

I'm usually really hesitant when it comes to showing my writing, but I guess it wouldn't hurt much. I'm just not always the best at it. :x

I had always dreamed of a day when some huge event would occur and my life as I knew it would change in the most fantastical way. Though, I knew this was all it could be, a dream. I would block it from my mind, but it would always return, trying to detach me from a bleak reality. I suppose I could not help wanting something different than what I had; ever since I was a child I’ve had a big imagination. This was a huge element of who I was, albeit being somewhat childish to rely on desperate fantasies. Fate had other plans for me and crushed these recurring images in my mind, as if it were trying to mature me. The incredible dream that I so longed for fell into ruin and I told myself I shouldn’t hope for anymore stupid delusions of grandeur.

Dust was thick in the air, and every breath felt suffocating and dry. I could hear the roaring of the engine and my body was vibrating and shaking as myself and a group of strangers sitting next to me were being transported. The unfamiliarity was eerie almost, I sat down the whole way staring down into my lap, glad my hair was a veil shielding my face. It was difficult to see anything or anyone in the small room, except for silhouettes, and there was a harsh coldness from the steel walls. If there was a truth though, it was that the only thing that we probably shared was tattered clothing and a few wounds here and there. The moving vehicle came to a sudden, unexpected halt, which sent my back crashing against the back doors.

No one even came forward to see if I was okay, since they were probably terrified of everything that had happened or was happening. Honestly, I felt the same way. I had no clue where I was or what my future would hold. I was definitely sure that I was in pain though. I lifted myself from the floor just as the back doors creaked open. The noise could only be compared to that of nails scratching a chalkboard, and I cringed as a faint light from the moon poured into the compartment.

“We’re here,” a soldier, who couldn’t have been much older than myself announced. He was standing outside of the truck, waiting for us to come out. They had saved us, so they couldn’t have sent us here to our own death, right?

Aaaand, I've also hit my goal of 6000 words, and I'm thinking I may keep going a bit. :]

 

[Zuu]

well, i'll mix and match some stuff, skip boring exposition and what have you. mind, i wrote all of this today, so.

Winter had come quickly and with little warning to the unassuming village. The temperature fell and balanced precariously on the freezing point while winds from the north would threaten to tear away the town’s livelihood if it had one to claim. The daily routines of its inhabitants became slowed as the skies that stretched above them quickened with the cold.

...

A pair of girls, about seventeen or eighteen, wrapped their coats tight around their young frames as they glided over the snow beginning to build up on the bricks below the soles of their winter boots. They were on Main, returning from the only school in town, lying somewhere south beyond the courthouse, the head of a small pack chattering and letting out long, warm breaths to gaze upon in the still air. One of the two, the one that had a pair of grey blue eyes that the entire class yearned for (as such things are the focus of adolescent envy in a town like this) looked through the drug store’s western window and let out a small sigh. A looming but shy looking lady stood alone behind a stark white counter, staring blankly into a mug that presented its steaming contents before her. A small pang of guilt – no, more like sympathy – flashed through the girl’s mind. It was almost gone before long, yet still the girl’s mouth opened.

“Mrs. Henderson doesn’t look like she’s enjoying the snow today,” remarked the lass quietly, as if confiding in someone a grand secret. The corners of her mouth were firmly tugged down, though the frown somehow made her prettier yet.

Her friend, with red cheeks burning brightly among the greys and dead blues surrounding them, seemed to take no notice to this remark and simply looked intently down at her prints in the snow as they walked.

So the silence remained intact. They parted at the intersection, the speechless girl turning right, heading towards the compact suburban residential area (Mellow’s Overlook, it was called) while the first girl started down the graveled road to the west.

It was this first girl that followed the tree line – now grey and sparse and somewhat foreboding – with her somber eyes as the road took her footfalls dutifully, relieved by the blanket of ice that was beginning to culminate on its tired surface. She passed house by ancient house, each leaving a particular and bitter taste in her mouth as she drew in and absorbed and metabolized each history and assortment of memories and genealogy. This town was steeped in tales, beautifully human stories that had unfolded for years, and yet go untold and will likely stay that way for eternity until it is wiped off the map and not even memory remains. She considered this, lingered on this, and then let it go almost gingerly as she stopped with a small gasp at the seventh house on the left.

 

[nothing to see here]

Gotten pretty far into Chapter 2, though it's not quite finished yet. Still one more fight left (Pugh vs. an anti-vampire priest, who spouts random Bible verses completely unrelated to anything once he runs out of "don't drink blood" verses), plus a little bit after all the fighting's over.

And... I'm up to 5143 words. Second day I've gotten past the target, though it's only the first if you go by the NaNoWriMo site records (I couldn't get the site to load all day Monday, so I wasn't able to put my updated wordcount in until sometime really early Tuesday.)

 

[Diz]

Grr musical practice was long today and I'm dog tired and getting a cold that can't actually happen until Monday, so I didn't get today's goal reached. I'm only 900 words behind (officially 4091, as opposed to the 5000 I need for today.) but it's going to mess up my record of being behind on time every day. Hopefully I'll be able to catch up over the weekend.

 

[Blaziking the God General]

Wrote a bit less today, only around 1000 words, but I was tired and already up to speed anyways. I've finally brought two of the main characters together and showed parallels about how they both bicker with their starter Pokemon constantly. I just made a wonderful argument between one character and her Torchic about the best way to structure tacos.

 

[Harlequin]

Zuu, your story sounds quite interesting. I LIKE IT

I'm going to hit 9000 words soon. It's 3:21 am and I've been up for nearly an hour writing and it's insane man because I have to go to bed in forty minutes to regain my sleep cycle. BUT NANO CALLS ; ;

also the novel just got slightly gayer hoorah

 

[Zuu]

WHY THANK YOU HARLE it is much appreciated