What strangeness has popped up in your story?

It's day 3 of NaNo. Surely some of you have had some extreme oddness show up in your novel already. I know I have! Courtesy of QuantumTea, I had a Pterodactyl of Love make a brief appearance in my novel. I think it may need to make an encore appearance before the month is over....it's really quite adorable.

In mine there's a star system that people call the Ugly Triplets. I have no idea where that came from.

Well, first off, I'm the main character, which is kind of weird, but the story is based on a bizarre dream I had a few weeks back, and I was me in the dream, so what the heck. With my wild past, I have some great anecdotes to share that really happened, and one in particular is like a scene out of a cheech and chong movie.

Also, I have explained, once and for all, the actual origin of vampires. I'm pretty excited about that!

My current word count is 6858 words! Yeah!

I dont know about strangeness, but here I am 5000 words into the Nano novel and my main characters and plot thread have yet to appear. I mean, come on people, get a move on. At this rate you're going to be minor characters and an Android and a Vampire will take your place.

Well I hit 7,000 words yesterday (a few hours sans baby did work out great for me!)... and there are no pteradactyls in my story, but I've been surprised how insane my character is looking so far instead of haunted.

Oh... and funny moment related to my writing. I was in the middle of a scene where Joanna was getting all worked up and it was kind of intense and I was getting into it when the wind we had yesterday swept up and caught the screen door, throwing it wide open with a crash. Needless to say my character wasn't the only one whose heart skipped a beat right then. Since then I've been almost paranoid about making sure the door is latched and won't scare the bejesses out of me again. :)

M.

I've been reading Inkheart in between writing, and I must say I'm slightly concerned about any of my characters coming popping out of the story. The main oddity at the moment in my story is that iI'm constantly at odds with myself trying to write the story that is supposed to be without letting little things like fairies and wizards escaping into it to muck it up!

Though a dragon or two wouldn't be amiss... too much.

I also found out something about one of the important characters last night that is rather frightening. And it means that the main character doesn't have three sets of names... just two.

So far I've had the great wolf Fenrir slaughter approximately five thousand people. He does it to tick off the trickster god Coyote, his former lover. It's never pretty when love dies. I've written 13675 words so far. I'm off work today, and I hope to add another 6000 by the weekend.

For some reason I'm not completely sure of, I included a sentence about a creeping shadow in my last chapter. I don't even know what the creeping shadow is. All I know is that I had to write in the little shadow. Is it normal to not know what the hell your fingers are doing? I am now worried about said creeping shadow.

Oh, and I decided to have my two males characters snog the hell out of each other just for kicks and because I was cranky. I think I’ll kill someone today. (happy smile)

*Patricia*

I've been sick lately and my fever has made writing interesting. I promised myself I would have a plot surprise (bombshells I call them) every 10k words. I apparently am mashing two plot ideas together and didn't know it. Dragons and Steampunk... I suppose in a few more days it'll be Dragons, Steampunk, Zombies, and Vampires. Of course Zombies and Steampunk has a certain allure to it.

this is weird: my MAIN character is running away with the story. i normally get sidetracked on some minor character and change the whole focus of the story.

he just ordered a squad of soldiers to strip down and do 500 push ups in a public square, and he's only just going on duty. hopefully, by the end of the day, there will be more conventional weirdness. i'm thinking about irreverent divine intervention, but then, i'm almost always thinking about that...

Hmmm...... There's my main character (an eighteen-year-old girl, 5' 5" but sturdy) picking a fight with a man who can pick up a burnt-out armored car. There's also the the oh-so-sweet officer in the training camp who specializes in bipolar outbursts and assassinations......

I was planning on writing a fantasy novel, but I seem to be writing the fantasy version of the West Wing. Sort of. (In a campaign flash back)

My dragons became aliens. *weep* I think this novel is writing itself. I just supply the energy.

I wrote a 9-page scene where my characters eat pancakes because it is Saturday. They also have a communal fish tank where everyone shares one fish and has a different name for it. Also for some reason I set up a sup-plot about adopting a puppy.

Did I mention my novel is about a group of bad-ass vampire hunters?

My story seems to be all over the place already!

It started in the desert and now, here I am at 8000 words, and it's moved to an arctic region and my main character is on the verge of dying of hypothermia!

The things I do to get his love interest to notice him. =( ♥

Almost five thousand words in, two side characters literally broke the fourth wall, declared one the the main characters boring, and are about to perform a Valium- induced exorcism to get rid of him and move on with the story.

I did not plan this at all.

Only slightly annoyed that they waited this long to take over, and not force me to spend the last chapter writing incredibly boring dialogue.

Yesterday, a supporting character/possible love interest just randomly dropped in. I have no idea where she came from, but she's there.

Now the characters are trapped in a place where the space time continuum is "thin" and we know that time doesn't move in a straight line its, to quote the Doctor, "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff. " In this particular place to move from room to room could mean jumping from one place in space and time to another.

There's a hairclip that's full of acid that can melt a lock that just popped up in my story. How the acid is not melting the hairclip itself, I don't know. But thankfully, I follow the "Don't Explain the Joke" principle of writing, so I don't need to know.

I think I may have coined a new term: suicide roadkill (to describe politicized squirrels intentionally getting hit by cars).