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.

 

This is the month!

NaNoWriMo.

Since this is the first post concerning National Novel Writing Month I may as well start with what is Nano? Nanowrimo is a writing challenge held in the month of November. During this month you’re supposed to churn out a 50,000 word novel. Quality doesn’t matter as much as quantity (word count). There are many ways to “cheat” the word count, or boost the count, but that ain’t me man. You “win” if you complete the 50,000 (or more) words between November 1st and 30th.

This is my fourth year participating, and my third year as a Municipal Liaison (the person who puts together the events for, and manages, the region. I have won every year I participated.

This year will be no exception. And there’s no excuses. The last two Nano’s I worked full-time and went to school full-time. Plus managed to eat occasionally.

So that’s Nano in a nutshell. You can find out more at the website (see link on right).

 

Emily’s Refrain

Entry for an online writing contest: limit 200 words, has to start with “It was a dark and stormy night”.

Emily’s Refrain

It was a dark and stormy night when the wind fell to her feet. Her smile melted with the bluish snow upon a road she could wander no more. Reaching out with pale arms to the rumbling sky above, she turned a tormented face to the hidden moonlight and beckoned her ships return. But she was near no sea and knew her home no more. In the rumbling night she heard her heartbeat against the clouds and the crashes of a memory sea against her ears and in harmonious unison they became one. With a Northern groan the sky broke and the snow came and touched her pale face and melted away to tears. To her knees she dropped and picked up the wind and blew it a gentle kiss. The wind swirled and cooled the tears to droplets of ice that fell from her face and felt her longing. It reached out with a light breeze and caressed her of her heartbeat and carried it to the clouds. With a final refrain the rumbling stopped as the wind pulled the clouds across the land to the sea. And across the sea she cried upon the land she once forgot.