Your Favorite Part

My favorite scene so far has to do with a periphery character's company car

The character works for a secret government contractor. Assassination risk is high, so the company doesn't want this character driving the same car to and from work all the time. So the company bought this character (and others)532 cars and put them in a parking garage at the factory. The character has a remote starter for each of the cars on a randomizer, and it selects one of the 532 cars at random and flashes the lights and honks the horn. The character then has to trudge up and down the rows of identicle cars, looking for the one that just flashed. Only my MC keeps distracting him with questions and chit chat, so he keeps losing track of which car his his and having to push the button to select a new one.

I like this scene because it's a rough metaphor for how I think.

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I think my favourite scene was probably the chapter in which two of my characters go to see Twelfth Night. It was particularly spiffing because they were angry at each other, and I managed (completely unintentionally) to use this particular production of Twelfth Night (set in the 1920s) as a metaphor for their relationship.

My favorite part is kinda dark and horrible, and I was crying when I wrote it, but I think I did a really good job. Basically, the MC just had her baby taken away from her, and she is crying and yelling and the other MC pulls her into the bath/shower room so that they won't be heard, and it is really powerful. I really like it, even though I hated myself for it.

I think my favorite part, just because it's the part that evokes the most emotion, is the part where one of my favorite characters gets stabbed and pushed off a building. It's just... I sound egotistical, but it's really just one of the most beautiful moments in my writing. There's this whole theme of need with the dying character, so I'm constantly referring to the whole idea of needing things, and... gah. I just like that part.

I think my favorite scene is when my MMC shows up at my FMC's house before dawn. She opens the door and lets him in. They make love on the floor, but the MMC turns his body so he bears the weight of them both. He looks at the art on her walls and sees the face of a saint. (It's really there, he's not imagining it) He's able to connect the sensual and the spiritual for the first time in his life. Because he can't explain it in words, when they're done, he picks her up, carries her to the tub and "washes her the way Mary Magdelene washed Jesus' feet."

(Okay, okay, not with his hair. I meant reverantly.)

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So far my favorite part is when my MC gets his girlfriend pregnant and she has an abortion against what he wanted but wanted all at the same time. The way that fight carries on the things they say to one another it was so real to me. That’s when I could actually see them as real living breathing people. It made me write 3,000 words in a straight row! That’s a feat for me!

I don't play favorites (XD) but, well, right now I'm kind of fond of this one part where Dionysus takes Phaeton & Icarus to the British Museum, where they are extraordinarily unnerved by all the bits and pieces of the Parthenon, & the statues are conversing about them without them knowing. Yes, it's on copious amounts of crack, but it was a hell of a lot of fun to write and there was this really cute Moment between P. & I. that had this, I dunno, wonderfully human feel to it.

That said, don't think that it made that much sense. At all. Then again my novel doesn't either.

My favorite part is when my MC takes his love interest to get an abortion she wanted and the abortionist (illegal backalley sort of thing) slips my already unstable character something psychadellic that throws him into his own psyche to confront his problems (and the climax of the novel).

Lit fic? What's lit fic? =D

Oooooh, Twelfth Night! Doing a little happy dance for anyone using a production as a metaphor. I'd read it. :-)

Lisa:-))

With Anticipation

2005 “Two Truths and a Lie” literary fiction
2006 “Slipping the Tracks” literary fiction (Winner)
2006 “Exit, Pursued by Bear” literary fiction (Non Nano novel)
2007 “The Dream of Safety” literary fiction (Winner)

Nobody seems to be quoting, hmmmm. Well, I need to because I'm crap at summarizing. I'll just say that my MC, Nicolas, is 19, Lucas is 37 and a friend of his father's, and Lucas' son Ben, same age as Nicolas, used to beat him up at school for years for being gay. I like this scene because it's the turning point or the point of no return. Or something.
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"“Good match?” Nicolas had said, rather idiotically, but there was nothing else, really to say because he knew in that moment that absolutely any topic of conversation at all was absolutely and unequivocally beside the point. Lucas had smiled, a slow smile that had nothing to do with Nicolas’ parents or his own wife or his son who was the same age as Nicolas. And everything to do with things that Nicolas knew about but at the same time knew nothing about. There had been no one to talk to about it with, ever, and so it wasn’t so much a decision to be made on his part as a fervent hope that he didn’t make a fool of himself.
“C’mere,” Lucas had said, and pulled him by the forearm, gently, back into the loo. And shut the door. With the light off. There was a very small window at the top of the wall that admitted a faint amount of light. Lucas stared at Nicolas until Nicolas thought perhaps he should say something, but he didn’t, he held still and waited. And then Lucas leaned forward and changed his life.

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Lisa:-))

With Anticipation

2005 “Two Truths and a Lie” literary fiction
2006 “Slipping the Tracks” literary fiction (Winner)
2006 “Exit, Pursued by Bear” literary fiction (Non Nano novel)
2007 “The Dream of Safety” literary fiction (Winner)

I think my favorite part is an extended metaphor of my MC freeing her memories as if they are prisoners trapped in jail cells, and she is the warden with a ring full of brightly colored plastic keys. Once she opens the cells they don't all make a run for it. They meander out into the hallway and mill around and then some of them slowly move toward the door and freedom, and she just stands aside as the others follow.

My favourite scene is when my main character becomes convinced that a local homeless man is a prophet come to announce the second coming. He takes the man out for dinner and talks excitedly the whole time, and the homeless man just eats and doesn't say a word. My character comes away feeling enlightened and the homeless guy just wanders off. It is much more comical that I intended but the homeless guy has just become my favourite character ever.

So far my favorite part is my MC's remembering of a baseball game she went to when she was younger. Most of the novel is her recollections and how everyday life makes her think of them, but that memory in particular I enjoyed writing. I really just love the warmth that scene evokes. That being said, I don't think it's going to be my absolute favorite once the whole thing is all said and done.

I think my favorite part is yet to come. I think it's going to be the part where she has a particularly nasty flashback to the sexual abuse she endured as a child. I think it's going to be a very powerful scene and as awful as it is to know that it's happened to my MC (I've grown quite fond of her) I'm already getting kind of excited about how I'm going to be able to describe this. I'm also already feeling close to tears. I know I'm going to cry when I write it. But two good things will come out of it. One, it will give me the climax of my story (hopefully pushing me REALLY close to the end of my 50k goal), and two, I think it's going to wind up being the most beautiful (in a really sad way) scene in the whole thing.

This is my favorite part so far:

It started with a little nausea. I forced down the eggs and pancakes Mother made for me, but it was hard. I felt queasy all during English class, and on my way to Spanish I threw up in the hallway.

Hope saw me. “Are you okay? Here, let me take you to the nurse’s office.”

Mother came to take me home and put me in bed. The nurse said I must have caught the flu.

I slept all day. But I was still tired. The next morning the nausea returned. I refused to eat.

Mother panicked. “I’m taking you to the emergency room. Go get dressed.”

I didn’t think I was sick enough for the hospital, but Mother insisted. I felt silly walking into an emergency room full of cuts and fevers when all I had was a touch of the flu.

When it was my turn to be seen, a nurse took my blood pressure and temperature and wrote down my symptoms. “It sounds like you have a simple stomach flu,” she said.

“You don’t understand,” said Mother. “My daughter is very sick. I insist you take some blood tests. There are all kinds of strange diseases being discovered.”

The nurse rolled her eyes and sent us back to the waiting room. An hour later she gave my mother the paperwork for my blood test.

I tried not to watch as my blood filled the vials. Mother stood by me, comforting me. “It will all be over soon. You are a very brave girl.”

If it had been up to Mother, we would have camped out at the hospital to wait for the results. But the lab technician gently persuaded her that we should go home first. They would call.

As soon as we reached home I went back to bed. I still had no appetite, and I was exhausted.

I woke to the sound of their voices. Mother and Father were whispering furiously. Something was wrong.

I struggled out of bed and tiptoed into the hall. They were in the kitchen talking about me.

“How dare they say that about our daughter,” said Mother. “They blame her when they only want to cover up their own incompetence.”

“We should sue for defamation of character,” said Father.

“Other girls get pregnant. Other girls do many things. Not our Laurel. They have no idea what they’re talking about,” Mother continued.

“Laurel is our little girl. They must have mixed up her records with one of those other kinds of girls who live in our town,” Father demanded.

Pregnant. I looked out the window. It was nearly dark. I went back to my room and waited for Rick.

My favorite part is the first kiss, because I drew it out and made it kinda smutty. It's really sexy, and my MC has all these revelations about how this girl is what she was looking for when she did drugs and all. I quite like it.

This is, I think, my favourite section in the whole thing:

Will, when he thought about it at all, tended to compare his Freshers’ Week, and, indeed, the whole of his first term to living inside a kaleidoscope. It had been such a colourful whirl of reality, illusion and violent agitation that the simile seemed apt. Stancester, despite vigorous attempts by the Public Relations department to shake off the label, was generally acknowledged to be a university for Oxbridge rejects. It had always been fairly likely that a certain proportion of those who lacked the brains or motivation to reach the dreaming spires even leaping from the springboard of private education would end up settling for the rather less dizzy heights of Stancester’s prosaic and distinctly square blocks. Will was among this number and was not ashamed to admit it; his Freshers’ Week and the fortnight following it had been like one long school reunion. He had, he estimated, been tipsy for fifty-five percent of his waking hours, and roaring drunk almost every night. He had joined the rugby club, the cricket club, the rowing club, the sailing club, and several more that he only remembered about when they sent him emails. Occasionally he had been to a lecture. He had, in fact, had a whale of a time.

It was the Tuesday of Week 3 when the whale apparently tired of its parasitical passenger and vomited him out onto dry land. There was nothing special about Tuesdays; and this one was no different (so far as he could judge) from any other Tuesday. He had no more of a hangover than usual; his Statistics seminar was no more boring than usual; his friends were, if anything, more scintillating and amusing than usual. Had you asked him how he felt about life, he would have blinked at you a little and replied that yes, on the whole he was pretty satisfied with it.

well, i never wrote it but...

right after the MC and FLI "accidentally" have sex because of their crap ass lives (he just found out that his ex-wife is dating a sleaze bag and she just signed the last of her divorce papers). they are lying in bed staring at the ceiling and he says "so... let's... never talk about this again?" and she says "Yeah... im with you there." and says "pity, cause that was damn good."

I have heaps of favourite parts, but one that springs to mind mainly because I had no idea what I was writing when I spilled this out, I was just listening to the characters.

my MC, Julius, and his partner, Christian, just had sex on the entrance hall floor, and Julius remarks how much he loves Christian sex face. Then suddenly, they're on a conversation about why Sexy should be the seventh dwarf, not Doc, and how they're going to write to the Disney corporation about it.
It was just so damned twisted and funny.

My favorite part of my novel is when Tom is puking as a reaction to breaking the heart of the one person who showed him affection. I love how I wrote that part and how he felt as if he needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. I wrote something like, I have to leave. I have to leave. Get out. Walk. Anywhere.

I have one

The MC manages to hitch a ride with a group of hardcore religious zealots to protest the actions of everyone on the strip during New Years Eve in Las Vegas. Along the way, they all stop at a gas station and the MC buys a lottery ticket, having not seen anything like it before due to Utah being an anti-gambling state. On the bus, he's secretly trying to pick numbers to pick on the ticket and gains inspiration by one of the bus members shouting scriptures for motivation.
The next day, a newscast declares the MC the winner of that lottery for 2.5 million with the protestors in full attendance, completely enraged. They later abandon the MC in Vegas with no way to get home.

Part of the fun was the mixed feeling of having something so life changing like winning the lottery, mashed together with getting your hand caught in the cookie jar.

So far - this.

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Joe got along better with Aunt Lucy than Aunt Emmy. I think the reason was that he and Aunt Emmy both had very strong opinions and they were usually polar opposites, so they would end up having frigid debates over the smallest things. (For instance, pre-sliced cheese versus the loaf. Aunt Emmy was all for the loaf, while Joe argued that pre-sliced saved time. Aunt Emmy ended up calling Joe and all of his generation lazy, while Joe postulated that Aunt Emmy was old-fashioned and quaint. This sort of thing happened all the time.)

The most interesting part of my bisexual MC dating an excruciatingly boring, conceited doctor, is when he accidentally pushes him into oncoming traffic after getting attacked by a very large "ogre pigeon." The MC met the doctor after getting knocked unconscious by his molding red shower curtain that reminded him of his ex-girlfriend's "lobster snatch" / "deep fried vagina." He had been in the bathroom for nearly half an hour because he's lactose intolerant and binged his depression away with cookie dough ice cream. Sitting on the toilet, he started bitching about the curtain and THUD, he loses the fight with his bathroom.

PS. I'm an engineer and Me and Tense Shifts are not friends

I've probably got two. The first really chilled me when I wrote it but it's actually very innocuous compared to a lot of the other things that happen in the story. My MC has night terrors and in the past his partner has been wonderful about holding him afterwards and making sure he's okay. They're having a rough patch and when the MC wakes up screaming he finds his partner just lying there looking at him having made no effort to help. It was just so cold and pretty powerful.

The other favourite sounds very odd. My MC (poor guy) is on hunger strike and has a long and involved dream where he dreams he's a dog being led through the streets of his neighbourhood on a leash. He ends up tied to the railings outside his old house. My brother (who has a cameo role as my MC's neighbour) ends up talking to this 'dog' hoping his owner doesn't leave him out in the sun for much longer without any water. It's incredibly surreal. My brother, oddly, is about the only person who understand the symbolism without me explaining it.

Literary fiction. Always makes complete sense...

There's a bit where Jeanne, my pregnant MC decides that, because she has no money for an abortion, she should throw herself down the stairs in the block of flats she lives in. She comes to this conclusion with the encouragement of Eleanor, an old woman in the early stages of Alzheimers, who lives in the flat across the landing from Jeanne, and is shouting at her to do it while Jeanne stands at the top of the stairs. It's pretty dark until from the landing at the bottom of the stairs, out runs Dusty, a young gay man, in full drag. He sees Jeanne at the top of the steps, thinks she's trying to kill herself and starts yelling at her, 'Don't jump, for chrissakes, don't jump!' To which Jeanne replies, 'It's only the baby I'm trying to kill.' And then Dusty yells, 'Oh! Sorry! Jump, Jeanne, JUMP!" And it all goes completely hectic, and evolves into a heated argument between Eleanor and Dusty over Dusty's right to advise Jeanne on matters like this, even though they want the same thing...and Jeanne sighs and just walks down the stairs, right past Dusty (who doesn't notice, so busy is he shouting at Eleanor) and out onto the streets for a long walk away from her eccentric friends. I like it because it's so downright mad, and it's another oppurtinity for a conversation held between people at opposite ends of a staircase, which for some reason I love the idea of.

Oh gosh. My favorite part? When my MC gets raped by one of his kidnappers who reminds him of his uncle. Oh yes. It's a salt in the wound moment really. Well, not moment, but you know what I mean.

Ah hahaha! I cracked up for like five minutes when I read that.