Transporter Excerpt I

I want to post a couple of excerpts from the nano novel, unedited. Later, during the finishing stages, I’ll post the same excerpts, but edited to see the transformation of first draft stream of consciousness into final product.

This one features Charles “Hangman” Dossier. A creole on the road. He had to go to Carson City, NV because “the wind carry him there.” Picture a taller version of Jimi Hendrix with Dobro and slide, cajun/creole accent (I’m trying). He has a scar from his left ear to his right ear that follows a path under his chin from a hangman’s noose. I haven’t learned the whole story from Charles yet, maybe he’ll tell me soon.

You will see a sentence where Charles contemplates the use of a word. That’s me contemplating the use of a word as I wrote it. To do Nano you have to keep moving forward and can’t get hung up on technicalities. It takes a little training.

I wandered the streets of Carson City, guitars in hand, pack on mon back. Falicity and George was still back at the rig, but I took off. I felt like a third wheel I guess. Beside, I had a mission here and had to find someone here. The cold wind blew my up and west and here I was, wandering the streets, not sure where to go.

 

Wrimo Update

Well, I started this nano with a wing and a prayer. I had two character names. That was it. I had no idea what or who these people are/were. I’d never met them before. At the first Write-In (November 1st) at the local coffee shop I found an interesting artifact on my table. Some of the “kids” were boasting their 2,000 word word counts, and I hadn’t even started. The artifact was something the coffee shop uses for ordering: a large playing card. Namely, the seven of clubs. They hand you one of these cards when you order, then they bring your food to you. This way they don’t mix up orders. This wasn’t my card though, it was a leftover from dinner rush. It was sitting behind my laptop screen, and if I hadn’t got up from my chair to get the candy I brought, I may not have seen it.