Friday, November 18, 2011

Gemfire Excerpt (Friday Fiction)

This week's Friday Fiction is hosted by the wonderful and talented Joanne "JJ" Sher over @ her blog, An Open Book. Click here to read and share more great fiction. Several of us Wrimos are sharing novel excerpts this week--you'll be in for a real treat! ^_^ 

Author's Ramblings: And this week is another except for my NaNoWriMo Novel, Gemfire. Still in the extremely rough stage, but featuring the main character, Areya and an old Keeper friend of hers, Thatcher. (Think of Keepers like a cross between Rangers and Guns-for-hire with the protection of the law behind them). This is after Areya and her group of two were lured into a trap by mistake. Thatcher and Areya try to catch up after a few years of being apart. Enjoy! ^_^  (Oh and Spire is the currency in their world).


Areya sipped a small cup of the bitter coffee, her brow furrowed in thought. “I actually haven’t seen anything, we’ve just come over from MinderBlu.” 

“Speaking of which.” Thatcher frowned. “You caused a bit of trouble there and in Meresch, correct?”

“Trouble?” Areya repeated, innocently. “I didn’t do anything. No fights, no citations.” She held up her hand, the coffee cup balanced on her knees. “Hands are clean, see?”

Straw-blond eyebrows knitted themselves together. “Right. Which is why there were rumors of a girl with dark-hair and weird eyes tricking a couple of guards at the entry gate-”

“Hey! I left my toll spire there after I’d earned it and I cleaned all their armor for free! They weren’t even gonna-”

“Sugar?” Lilith took the coffee cup from it’s precarious position and handed it off to Takera who was busily stirring the powdered sweetner into the liquid mixture. 

“-you stole an heiress from under the eye of her bodyguard, blew up a merchant stall and-”

“She came of her own free will and I didn’t blow that up, someone else did. Besides, since when can I actually blow things up anyway? If I could, I would, that’d be a really handy skill to have.”

“That’s a skill you won’t be learning.” Thatcher cut in, irritably. “Areya, could you please pay attention when I’m trying to-”

Takera handed the cup over just as Lilith turned with another, the two collided and coffee went everywhere.

Areya was on her feet in an instant. “Oops?” She offered, lurching forward and grabbing Thatcher’s arm. “The river’s this way, I’ll help you wash it off.” She tugged, hard. “Come on, please!”

The scowl on his face settled, but he let himself be pulled away.

She threw a worried glance over her shoulder, then continued on, pulling the Keeper’s leader further into the clearing to the river. “It was an accident, they didn’t mean it, honest. They’re just a bit jittery, you guys make them nervous.”

“They should be.” He shrugged out of his overcoat and handed it over.

Areya dunked it in the river and began to swish it around. “I really wasn’t trying to cause trouble you know.” Her voice was quiet. “I just couldn’t leave them alone and you all but dared me go into Meresch.”

“I did no such thing.”

“You did too!”

“Areya!” He exclaimed, exasperated. “Really, what am I going to do with you?”

“Love me, adore me and promise to stop randomly knocking me out?” She quipped. “When was the last time you washed this thing? It stinks!”

“We don’t exactly have time to spend on washings and it’s been a while since we were able to stop without attracting attention.” He sighed. “C’mere.”

Areya lifted the soaked vest from the water and moved closer to him by the bank. She sat, tucking her legs up beside her and leaning against his shoulder, snuggling into the arm that was offered. This was more like the Thatcher she remembered. “You been okay?”

“Just peachy.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “We’ve been cleared to go hunting.”

“Hunting?”

“Yes, three names and we’re to see to all of them. We cleared to move until a situation is declared solved in accordance with general guidelines.” He smiled, sadly. “It’s good and bad at the same time.”

“…sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s good money and we all get along, it could be worse.”

“I doubt it.”

“You been okay?”

“Yeah. The usual.”

“Any news from your mother?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Areya.”

“I heard that someone in MinderBlu had a map for sale.”

“A map?”

“Yeah, for that place.”
“You came all the way back here on the hearsay about a map?”

“It’s the only lead I’ve got, Thatch. What would you have me do?”

“Tell me you were in the area for one.” He tweaked her ear, straightening and allowing her to sit up. “It would’ve been nicer than just finding out that you were waltzing through the islands and leaving a lovely line of terror in your wake.”

“I didn’t leave anything!”

“Relax. I’m not going to scold you for it, though you do deserve it. What part of ‘don’t cause trouble’ is so hard for you understand?”

“All of it!”

“I’m speaking in plain Basic.”

“That’s beside the point and I really tried. I didn’t fight anyone this time.”

“I know. I’m proud of you, even if I did have to fix a few ruffled feathers and smooth out the kind of debts that the empire really shouldn’t be paying for.”

“Erm. Sorry.” Areya ducked her head. “But I did try!”

He chuckled, softly, patting her head with one damp hand. “Give me that, I’ll rinse it, you don’t need to be wading around in the water, it tires you doesn’t it? When there isn’t any Mineral present in the stuff?”

“You remembered.” She smiled, handing it over. “Thanks. Make sure you scrub it and wring it well, because you stink like a-”

“Don’t finish that if you know what’s good for you!”

She smirked. “Who are you hunting?”

He shrugged. “Three bandits. The Specter, Sunshine Reya and Wolfsbane.”

“Wolfsbane?” Areya shuddered, visibly. “No wonder you all look like that. Isn’t the unit too small?”

“We’ve added a few since you left.”

“I wasn’t one to begin with.” Areya shot back. “I was just a cute little stray that was helpful from time to time.”

“You made a good mascot.”

“I can’t be a mascot for the rest of my life.”

“I know, I know, I’m just saying.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Worse. I’ve lost a few of the young ones.”

“He knows you’re hunting?”

“Oh he knows alright. Knows by know which group is doing the hunting and probably doing all he can to get some inside information on the troupe.” He shrugged. “Thankfully, we’re so new that the dynamics haven’t been worked out completely, it gives us the advantage, just a little.”

“So you’re gathering intel? That why you had us grabbed off a trail for doing nothing?”

“Naturally. You weren’t the original targets though, Orson is good at what he does, but sometimes he can be a little near-sighted. Can’t see past what’s in front of him.”

“Really?”

“The local guards loaned him to us, apparently he’s a consultant for one of their young generals and is good at tracking and integration. There's an outpost in the nearest city, it's a secret safeground for many of the generals and their favorites to visit. We're lucky to have him.”

Areya snorted. “Not that lucky.”

“Really?”

“Lilith and Takera practically had their hackles up from the moment he thought of entering the camp right up until Dekker’s squad jumped us. They didn’t like him at all.”

Thatcher’s bushy eyebrows arched upwards in appreciation. “Really? Impressive.”

“Not really. I think we’re all just a little strung out.”

“What did you think?”

Areya shrugged. “He didn’t smell like danger, so I didn’t figure he was.”

“He led you right into a trap and from what I understand, you didn’t even try to fight back. Even if you knew it was Keepers, there was no guarantee that this would’ve been our squadron or that a Keeper brook would’ve even considered your medallion.”

“Did they find it?”

“No.”

“Figured.”

“Are you hiding it somewhere that I don’t want to know about?”

Areya winked. “Something like that.”

He chuckled. “You’re a real treat, you know that? I’ve missed your chatter. I’ve missed you, kidlet.”

“I didn’t chatter and I’m not a kid!” She pouted. “Well, maybe not all a kid.”

“You know what I mean. My turn now. Have you heard anything?”

“Have you?”

“If I had, I would’ve said so by now, don’t you think?”

“Just asking.”

“No harm in asking.” He smiled. “I see you’ve got yourself two interesting travel companions.”

She grinned. “They’re hilarious. I suppose they are really the only friends I actually have.”

“Really? Congratulations then, though I’m wounded as not to be included in your precious selection.”

“Ha ha. You’re in the special friend category.” She smiled, watching as he wrung out the overcoat and swished it through the water once more. “They’re kind of in a different friend category.”

“Really? Am I flattered or insulted?”

“They’re girls! That’s different enough.” She protested, laughing. “and they’ve been extremely kind. I can’t complain.”

“Why’d you pick them up?” He sobered. “The guard she left behind, a Ferdinand somebody, he wasn’t too keen on it.”

“He shouldn’t be. He tricked her, the two-timing idiot-.” 

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” Areya huffed. “He was lying through his teeth the whole time and he set a pack of thugs on me to explode that merchant stall. I had nothing to do with that.”

“I know. The merchant says you were an angel and pulled him to safety at your own risk.”

“Ha. It wasn’t anything that heroic. He was heavy.”

“Must’ve taken a lot of energy.”

“Not really, I was running pretty low, otherwise he wouldn’t have had a scratch on him.”

“ah. I did wonder.”

“I was fine, thanks for asking.”

“I can see that for myself.”

“Lilith picked me up from the streets and took me back to her place. We kind of hit it off from there and she was…nice. Reminded me a little of Melody and the others. Then I really saw what Ferdinand was doing and how her whole family treated her and—Thatcher, they really weren’t letting anyone in or out of the city! People died!”

“I know.” He said, quietly.

“You know? How can you just say you know? People died and no one did anything about it!”

“Not all of them died.”

“What?”

“Some of them that made it into the harbor didn’t head for MinderBlu, they went back and spread word. We were traveling through to check up on it and also because we’d gotten wind that Sunshine Reya had been active in that area. Imagine my surprise when we pass through and there are two guards grumbling about a girl with dark hair and-”

“And weird eyes, I know already.” She glowered at him. “Really, Thatch!”

“Lack of information and miscommunication.” He listed. “It was a problem that we knew nothing about, so we couldn’t fix it. But your stepping in and turning things upside down made it pretty easy to tie up loose ends.”

“You’re welcome.”

He winked. “Thank you, kindly miss.” 

(c) Sara Harricharan 
Thanks for reading, do let me know what you think! ^_^

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Category (BBT)

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Of the books you own, what’s the biggest category/genre?
Is this also the category that you actually read the most?

Mystery books. Light mystery, contemporary mystery and a few coming of age adventures, but mostly just mystery. Yes, this is also the category that I read the most, so I guess it makes sense. It started with a hardcover collection of Nancy Drew Yellowbacks and just kind of grew from there. ^_^ Incidentally, I do not collect softcovers, so all of my mystery books are in pristine, hardcover editions.

Cheers,

Sara

NaNoWriMo 2011 Day #17

i'm falling in between
the cracks of your kindness
it hurts to see your smile
holding back the sadness

it meant something to me
when you promised soft and sweet
but this curse inside my head
gives no hope of peace

if i would think it through
maybe i would see
maybe i would realize
i am nothing to you


Teehee. There's a character poem for Hunter, a secondary MC in my NaNoWriMo novel, Gemfire. He's been through some rough times and I thought this suited him so well, I just had to share. The lack of punctuation and capitalization is a bit of a style thing, because it's happening when he's pouring his heart out and absolutely ready to die. Silly boy. I can't kill him off right after I just went to all the trouble to write him in...LOL.

Happy nanoing to my fellow wrimos!

~Sara


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Z is for Zephyr

Do you know what a Zephyr is?

I didn't. I kind of assumed it was a mythical beast of some sort and then, of course, I had to drop by my dear friend Mr. Webster and investigate all possible definitions in the depths of his basement of top-secret knowledge.

In case that makes no sense, I was talking about a dictionary. Yep.

A Zephyr is a spring wind, said to bring either hope or doom, depending on the one who calls it. There's something a bit romantic about that, when I think of sailor wives and their husbands going out to sea, where the women would wait and watch the sky. There's always that classic image of a lone wife staring out into the wildness of blue sky and sea, the wind blowing her hair 'round and her face with some mask of expression that could never be captured in words.

Zephyr. I'd think that's why they couldn't put it into words, after all, if you didn't know the word existed, then obviously you couldn't use it. In addition, if you didn't know it existed, then how on earth could you paint it? How do you even capture one?

I don't know. Haven't got a clue. But I do like the thought and I'm turning it over and over in my head.

Cheers to a great week!

Oh and a quick note (since I'm a bit lazy to start two blog posts in one night!) I'm starting up my 12 Stories of Christmas run again. Last year, I managed to crank out 7 original pieces themed to favorite holiday songs during winter break before I had to start the Spring semester. Some were light, contemporary pieces, others held a definite fantasy twist to it. It was fun, it was wild and I thoroughly enjoyed the whole process, enough that I want to do it again. If you have a song request you'd like me to storify, I'm taking them from now until Dec 29th, 2011. ~_^  Let me know in the comments below!

Sara


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Songs used in 2010: 
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
Ghosts of Christmas Eve
Mary, Did You Know?
I'll Be Home For Christmas
Peace On Earth
Away In A Manger
One Toy Soldier
Hard Candy Christmas

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Gemfire (NaNo 2011 Excerpt) (Friday Fiction)

The talented Hoomi (Rick H.) is hosting Friday Fiction for us this week at his blog, Pod Tales and Ponderings. Click here to read and share more great fiction! 

I've finally reached a small snippet that I think I could post as an official excerpt for Gemfire. The writing is coming along well, I'm having fun, so this is just a quick, short post. Enjoy! 

GEMFIRE : 2011 NaNoWriMo Novel Excerpt

Lilith saw the hand move two seconds before she realized that she wouldn’t be able to move away from it.

She braced herself, having not more time to do anything else but that. Feeling the first tendrils of fear coiling in her stomach to meet the tangle of dread that had now sprung to life.

She waited, but the hand never connected.

She heard the slap, heard the sound that she’d been dreading and wondered why the sound came a few decibels off.

Lilith opened her eyes to find herself staring at thick, dark hair, blowing freely in the wind. A colorful cloth bandana fluttered in Areya's hand as she stood, her head thrown to the side as if she’d just been struck, a slight dusting of pink on her tanned face.

“Areya!” Lilith gasped. She started forward, a hand on her new friend’s shoulder. “Ferdinand! Why--Areya, why--why did you?”

“You’re too pretty for something like that." Areya turned to smile over her shoulder. “and besides, it wouldn’t be my first time. Things like that shouldn’t happen to people like you."  Her head snapped around and she glared at Ferdinand. “And people like you should be careful when they're so lucky.” Her dark eyes flashed dangerously. “You should know that I'm not too fond of you right now and if you try something so stupid again, I’m not going to just stand there. I refuse to be idle when you're fooling someone as innocent and blamess as that girl. She deserves better than you've ever given her."

"Why you-!" Ferdinand glowered. "You're just some-!" The words died in his throat as Areya deliberately turned around to face him, her dark eyes holding a hint of something that made him swallow hard.

"Don't." Was all she said, before turning away.

With squared shoulders, Areya tied the bandana 'round her head and started back towards the skiff. She stepped in, carefully and picked up the pole, preparing to push off. Then, she turned, extending one hand, the expression in those dark eyes softening considerably as they rested on the blue-eyed blonde. “Coming, Lilith?”

(c) Sara Harricharan, All Rights Reserved.


Friday, November 11, 2011

NaNoWriMo 2011 Day #11

Happy Nanoing guys! How's it going? I hope you are having as much fun as I am. I've been having a blast arguing with characters, finding new theme music and dreaming in extended prose. It's been a blast! ^_^

Today's post is meant to be somewhat of an encouragement, as I've recently read and spoke to a few nanoers and have been offering my encouragement all day. Some folks have just started, a few are several days behind, others are worried about word count.

Those are all legitmate things with legitmate worries. But that isn't the point of Nano.

The point of nano is to have more words than when you started out. Considering that you begin November with 0 words, I'd say that anything 0+ is an improvement. If you reach the 50,000 words, that's awesome. I'll give you a brownie. But if you tried, enjoyed the 'trying' and had a blast doing it, I don't care whether you hit the 50k or not, I'll still give you a brownie.

You did your best. You tried. You had fun. You learned something in the midst of it, I'm sure and that's what this is all about. I've had more fun this year as an ML, because I've been able to interact with my wonderful wrimos, make  new writing buddies and chat with old nano friends. I've been drawn into the whole nano aspect and as someone who could make a career out of being an introvert, it's been well worth it. I'm glad Nano's pulled me out of my shell a bit (even if I haven't stopped stressing since!), it's been an amazing experience.

I've had the chance to share, laugh and encourage so many folks who are writing and it's been special to hear the congratulations and nanomails that stuff my inbox (I am replying to them folks, just give me time, it's been a LONG week). I'm touched, flattered and I've tear-ed up.

You wrimos are an amazing breed of writing folk. The sense of community stands out more than anything and I am absolutely thrilled to be a part of it. I've said before that I think I'm addicted for life. I probably am. It's not the whole "needing more headspace" or "having pretty web icons", but the chance to write freely and uncensored, to share on the project without worry of rejection and to have the pat on the shoulder or the kick in the pants to keep me going.

I feel like Linus in a Charlie Brown Christmas, where Charlie Brown explodes "Doesn't anybody know what Christmas is all about?" I find myself smiling as I listen to one wrimo on the last strands of her sanity, as I answer the "Doesn't anywrimo know what Nano is all about?" in typical Linus fashion, "It's about fun, it's about writing what you love and it's about your writing process." To quote Chris Baty, "The world needs your novel" so go ahead and write it. Forget about word counts, who's ahead of who, who's behind of who. Quit procrastinating on the threads, grumping about how you didn't have time to write or fretting over how behind you are.

Take your moments. Have them. If you have to whine, fight, kick and scream, go ahead. I won't stop you. But I will be the person standing off to the side timing your temper tantrum with a stopwatch and waiting to give you one of two options when you're finished a), a hug or a hand up (encouragement) or b) a kick in the pants (ENCOURAGEMENT!). It's up to you which one you want to take. I'll happily deliver both.

NaNoWriMo is something I look forward to every year, no matter how complicated and stuffed my schedule gets. Even if I am only writing on the weekends or texting dialogue to myself, I am writing--and I enjoy every single wild, wonderful moment of it. That's what Nano is about. Today is a special day the famed 11-11-11, and some folks are writing for 11 hours, aiming for 1,111 or 11,111 words. Go ahead and try for that. Write for 11, if the big words are too much. Write bunches of 11's. Just plain write.

I know you can do this--as long as you really, truly want to do it. So go ahead, get back to writing and remember, I'm a ninja and I'm hovering somewhere behind you--invisibly of course--and I'm cheering for you 100%.

I'm not giving a word count today. That's not important. What is important is giving this writing adventure your absolute best effort. Throw yourself into it. When you give 100% of yourself, it's hard to be disappointed with the results when you know you did all that you possibly could.

Three cheers from a fellow wrimo in TN,

~Sara


Monday, November 7, 2011

Y is for Yeti

And I bet you really didn't see that one coming.


First off, um, no, I am not a strange Yeti-grouping fanatic, nor do I hold anything against folks who do and are. I admire people who can believe so strongly in something and I think the idea of a Yeti is pretty interesting. I am a writer after all and such things tend to amuse me.

The Yeti (aka, the abominable snowman) is known as an ape-like cryptid, (cryptid means a creature that is suggested to exist, but there is yet to be enough conclusive evidence to prove such existence) and is said to reside in the mountains of the Himalayan regions of Nepal and Tibet.

I remember the Yeti as a funny stick-figure monster that would appear at the end of one of the most popular Windows 95 games, known as SkiFree. I remember hearing of Bigfoot and thinking that the Yeti must be his overseas cousin.

Some folks consider Bigfoot to be the Yeti's North American counterpart, so I guess you could say they are related after all. As a kid, stories were my favorite pastime whether making them up, reading them or begging to hear one and Yeti stories were always fun. (They kind of went along with the giant squid stories too--of which I would like to mention that they are amazing creatures!).

Anyhow, I thought it would be fun to mention Y for Yeti, especially since I don't hear much about it these days. I looked up a few fun pics on google and thought I'd post them here. They do not belong to me, they are the property of their collective creators/artists and I hope amuses you as it did for me.

Cheers to a great week!

~Sara

P.S. Nano word count is 23,087. WOOT!




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NaNoWriMo 2011 Day #7

And hello my lovlies. ~_^  (I've always wanted to start a blog post that way, teehee)

I would have written of my Nano adventures sooner, except for I did not have much to report, well, apart from my word count and that hardly seemed like something I should use a whole blog post for.

The nanoing is going quite interestingly, as usual and I am having some fun with the story. I've been having a blast connecting with fellow nanoer's and plot-tweaking and eating pumpkin pie with too much whipped topping.

It's been a good weekend for the first official writing weekend and I'm happy to see folks getting into the fun of nano.

Cheers to a good writing week--current word count, 23,087.

~Sara


Friday, November 4, 2011

Combinations (Friday Fiction)

Hi everyone! I have the wonderful pleasure of hosting Friday Fiction this week and it's been a busy week, so I'm keeping this as short as I possibly can. You'll find the linky widget below and my contribution. Don't forget to browse the links, read a few pieces and leave at least one comment. We all love the feedback. Happy reading! 


Author's Ramblings. Prompt fiction with a time limit again. This time was five minutes and as much as I could make from the word "Combination" so here we go. Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoy the read. This was just a writing exercise piece that I think I might want to expand in the future. ^_^ 





Five Minute Timed Writing Prompt : Combination


It was a combination of things, actually, not any single one thing. I had some clue and inkling that something bad was going to happen and when it did, then I realized that something else was going to go wrong. 

I had the first feeling after I saw him fall flat on his face for the second time that day. Knowing Stocker as I did, I thought it was odd the first time and very wrong the second time. He had a knack for keeping his cards well hidden and well played. I thought perhaps, that he might have played the wrong card for the first time in his entire life.

The second feeling came when his coffee cup exploded three seconds before his pudgy fingers were about to reach for it.

I cornered him outside Marcus’s office and pushed him inside, shutting and locking the door, before I closed all the blinds. He staggered to the desk and braced on the edge, wiping his sweaty face with the shaggy end of his striped tie.

“Stocker.” I acknowledged, turning the last blind flat with a flick of my wrist. “Anything you’d care to share?”

He gulped and gaggled, eyes darting everywhere but on me as his nervous fingers found more nerves to play with. “I-it’s nothing. Really.”

I folded my arms across my chest and took up a braced stance in front of the door just in case he decided to make a run for it. “Really? You know, except for that coffee cup back there?” He winced. “Yeah, that coffee cup, I might’ve believed you.”

Trembling hands clutched at his tie to awkwardly  mop his face again. “I-it’s really nothing.” He tried again. “C-can’t I go now?”

“Can you or can’t you?” I snorted. “Quite frankly, I can’t decide. I know you’re holding out on me. I’m not stupid Stocker, I know you wish I was, but I’m not.” I sighed, arms falling free to hang at my sides. “But tell you what, I’ll give you another chance, because my hands are tied.”

“R-really?” He brightened.

I glowered at him. “Don’t. Don’t you dare look so happy, because when my hands are tied, that means I don’t have any obligation to look after you and we both know what a bad thing that can be.”

The color drained from his face back to the rather normal pale hue I was accustomed to seeing. A rather sick sense of satisfaction registered as I realized that I had been the one to flip the trigger back to the way it was supposed to be. “See? Now we’re on the same page. Good boy. You can go now.”

He pushed away from the desk in a hurry and scrambled for the door.

I dodged neatly out of his way and listened to his clumsy footsteps tromping down the hallway. “Humans…I can’t believe I’m one of them.” The beeper at my waist clamored for attention and I squinted down at the screen. It was going to be a really lousy sort of day after all. 

© Sara Harricharan November 4, 2011

Harder (BBT)

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All other thing being equal, would you rather read a book that’s hard/challenging/rewarding or light/enjoyable/easy?

I'd rather read a hard book. I read books to make me think and wonder. When I read for pleasure, I usually read something I can predict, something I've read before or something that's kind of mindless, but I do find that I love to read books that challenge me more than anything.

~Sara

NaNoWriMo 2011 Day #3

And I should be having something spectacular to post, unfortunately I haven't really got much brilliance left for today.

LOL. Just kidding folks. It's been a super busy day--one that has not been as productive for writing as I'd wished. I'm planning to catch up at a Write-In tomorrow and over the weekends after I've shucked some homework out of the way.

I'm thrilled to see the newbies soaring this year and I'm really enjoying reading the wonderful excerpt they're posting. Have you checked any of them out? They're awesome--and that's just with Day 2 and Day 3 writing! WOOT! Those writers are on fire. ^_^

If you haven't joined the insanity yet, there's still time. The first week is forgiving. Go ahead, take the plunge!

www.nanowrimo.org

Happy nanoing folks!

~Sara

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

NaNoWriMo 2011 Day #2

Hey folks!

And it's the big and famous day 2 of NaNoWriMo. Whoo hoo. Yup. It's the day when new people are still pouring in and worrying whether being one day 'late' will mess up the entire month.

Newsflash for the curious and interested--no, it will not. I repeat, no, it will not cause any earth-shattering complications if you start one day late. In fact, use it as an incentive to get the words flowing and fuel yourself onowards to the golden 50k.

As for me and my second day...I was at school...what could you possibly expect?

Just kidding...but it has been that kind of a day. ~_^

I've finally got a word count from yesterday, 3,463.  No, I'm not going to tell you what I did for today--why--because I haven't written anything yet and therefore, have no new word count to share. *sigh*. Considering that I have more homework and a busy day ahead of me, I think this coming weekend will be catch up time.

On the bright side, I was finally able to work out some kinks with my FMC. Erm, I meant wrinkles...ignore the kinks--what were you thinking of?! *Shakes head* Anyhow, my wonderful FMC is a girl with issues (of course!) and who is about to start complicating the lives of everyone she runs into. It's a blissfully wonderful opening, in my own biased opinion.

But you knew that already, right?

Cheers to everyone who has made it to day 2 without any major crisis's on their own behalf. Congratulations. I'm very proud of you. For those of you who had such issues and still managed to plow through, *high-five* Way to write, my friend! And for those of you just starting, I'm cheering for you all the way. Write on!

~Sara


NaNoWriMo 2011 Day#1

Hey folks!

It's the first day of NaNoWriMo, I hope everyone is having fun and writing up a storm. As for me, I'm up to my eyeballs in homework and scribbles. And trying to convince myself to get some actual work done for the day.

Teehee. Looks like it's going to be that kind of a month, but I hope you are all having a blast and getting your wordflow started. For the first day, I'm doing alright. No, I won't post a word count and yes, I have written. Kudos to everyone who has and is brave enough to share their first day count. ^_^

I salute you...and I will share my secret stash of cookies.

Three cheers and happy nanoing!

~Sara

X is for X?

Oooh, fun letter.

X is for X marks the spot.

I love that line. I would dearly love to find a buried treasure in an old mysterious nonexistent location with a wildly, ridiculously real treasure.

And if that made no sense, then I've got pirates on the brain. You know, the whole swords, eye patch, ships at sea, walking planks and maps with hidden treasures? Yeah, that stuff! Great. I'm glad we're on the same post, I mean, page.

X can be for a bunch of things, but I'm singling out two of my favorites. Hidden treasure-because yes, it does exist and so did pirates, therefore hidden treasure is real and so are maps with X's on them. Second, is Professor Charles Xavier from the Learning Institute for Special Education.

And if you didn't catch the second one, that's a reference to X-men and yes, I am a fan. ^_^ A rather dedicated fan, mind you. I actually collect the encylopedia's with the real history and stories in them. I don't just watch the movies and go "oooh, pretty special effects!" Though I do have to say that the effects in X-men First Class were pretty neat.

While the entire storyline was off, it was fun to see a young Professor X running around with a young Mystique, Magneto and Hank. It was really, really fun! I enjoyed the movie and seeing how they added human elements to the "mutants" and kept the story fun, even if it did deviate from the actual realistic history.

Patrick Stewart plays the best Professor Xavier I've known to date. 
Want to know a secret? If you've seen the end, then, well, it didn't happen that way. We all know that Professor X is the most powerful mutant in a wheelchair, yes? No, it didn't happen because of a bullet in his back. *insert eyeroll here* That was the most annoying part of the movie for me, but it also made an interesting snippet for how Mystique joined the other side and where Nightcrawler came from.

If all of the above sounds like gibberish, then ignore it and remember that treasure maps are fun and I'm an X-men fan all the way. Cheers to a great week!

(My Day#1 nanowrimo post is coming right up after this, but I wasn't about to focus it on the letter X, so look it up, if you feel like it. Be warned of hyperness!

~Sara

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