NaNo Challenges

Challenge accepted!

How did you go with that? :)

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"Well, let's not drag up old memories," said the Captain briskly, turning her professional demeanor back on.
"Oh, you don't scare me," scoffed Phro at her friend's chilly facade. "You're about as fearsome as a doorstop."
"Oh, it's just been a hard day, I don't want to delve into bygones. And let's face it, soon we won't be able to forget it." Phro's eyes widened in curiosity.
"Why? What's happened?" The Captain hid a smile and tried to sound terse. Not hard, really, considering in most respects it was her default setting.
"Let's just say that in about eight months there's going to be a surprise package."
She strode through the double doors into the officers quarters, leaving Phro starring open-mouthed behind her.

Next challenge - One of your characters must choke on a marble while trying to stand on their head.

Any takers? :-)

I'll take that one :) I have a precocious show-off 12 year old girl who can probably manage that quite soon!

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"I dare you to see how many marbles you can fit in your mouth," Tina laughed.
Alison hesitated. Her collection was precious to her, and she didn't want them mis-used or lost. But a challenge was a challenge, and must be met. "Ok," she agreed. She began putting marbles, one by one, into her mouth, letting Tina count out loud as she did. Finally, at nine marbles, she burst out laughing at the silliness of it all, and the marbles sprayed out of her mouth and bounced into every nook and cranny of the kitchen. "They taste awful!" she spluttered, giggling. "I dare you to do the same, but standing on your head!"
"Ok!"
The two girls crawled around trying to find all the lost marbles, then rinsed them all off in preparation for Tina's feat.
Tina did a handstand against a wall, the surest way to stay upright when one was going to be laughing. "One," Alison said, popping said marble into Tina's mouth. "Two. Three. Four."
It was then that something went wrong. Tina's eyes widened, and she began coughing violently. She fell to the floor in a heap, and out came one, two, three marbles.
"Oh my god, Tina, are you choking on a marble?"
The stricken girl nodded, gasping, beginning to turn blue.
"Oh, oh, crap!" Alison swore the strongest curse she knew. "Branson! Branson!" She screamed for her brother, who came running almost immediately despite his now semi-drunken state.
"What's happened?" he slurred.
"She's choking! A marble!"
Branson leapt into action, sitting Tina up and pounding her on the back. In a few short moments the stuck marble came flying out her mouth, almost hitting Angeline who had come to see what the commotion was.

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Challenged accepted and done. Hehehe... actually I initially wrote it in this message box, but I thinkI can take it somewhere story wise.. Nice. Wordcount++

I do have a character and concept. I might somehow build it into something else, but right now the idea is someone is writing a blog from the perspective who has lived forever and in order not to explain the method, she doesn't have the foggiest why either.

Crackers, I'm bored with my where I am in the story and I'm stuck...I managed to get those two challenges in and they helped me think outside the square and get some wordage up...

Has anyone got anymore challenges? Go on...Please?
Anyone?

What does your one of your characters do upon finding three strands of their companion's hair in their food?

One of your characters, during an otherwise uncomplicated or injury-causing action, must concuss themselves. Preferably in front of several people. They should in no way be performing stunts, acrobatics, fighting with anyone, etc. :-)

OR

Include a ninja kangaroo.

Speaking of challenges, has anyone been participating in the word sprints the NaNoWriMo staff have been coordinating on Twitter? Unfortunately they do them in the middle of the afternoon our time, so I've only managed to participate in two, but it did fantastic things for my word count.

Anyone interested in coordinating/participating in some fast and furious word sprints sometime? Either through Twitter or in this forum?

I personally desperately need the help.

They've also done something called a Word War, but I'm not sure what that is.

(For noobs like me, a word sprint is when the moderator sets a start time and a limit, yells go!, then everyone writes as fast as they can. After the moderator calls time, participants exchange word limits and a random excerpt from what they've written.)

Hmmm ... what you just described as a "Word Sprint" is what I would have called a "Word War" (I've never actually come across the term "Word Sprint" before). So maybe they're just two different names for the same thing?

Semantics aside, who do I need to be following on Twitter to find out about these things? I feel out of the loop!

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Title: Undecided
Plot: Undecided
Main Character: Undecided
Ending: Undecided

Ah hell ... I have no idea what I'm doing except holding on for the ride.

Read along on my blog

They're over here: http://twitter.com/NaNoWriMo :D

Done, and done. Thanks :)

L

Title: Undecided
Plot: Undecided
Main Character: Undecided
Ending: Undecided

Ah hell ... I have no idea what I'm doing except holding on for the ride.

Read along on my blog

Or we could set up our own word war/sprints of an evening and therefore a more convenient time (for me anyway).

If anyone else is keen, maybe we can set a time to meet up on here and start it?

That's perfect 'Pointeboots', thankyou...I forgot the power of the completely klutzy moment...in fiction, that is. That can be my starting scene tomorrow, for now my writing day is done, relatively uninspired, but done.

I got two days worth of writing out of that one challenge, thanks heaps Pointeboots!

It might not be gripping reading but there's a truckload of words there, dammit!

" "Lookout!" I reacted slowly, engaged as I was at the reflection of my transformation and striding with a rare glimpsed confidence. Hitting what turned out to be the town's only remaining historical lamp-post once by walking into it, and then again when I stumbled awkwardly off the curb and ended falling head first back into the post was an act of graceless humiliation rarely seen out of doors. I finally, thankfully came to a standstill on my bottom on the curb and sat blinking stupidly for a few moments before feeling the warm spatter of rain on my face. Only it wasn't rain. On further observation, it was blood that was dropping onto my nice clean t-shirt. That'd be a bugger to get out at the laundromat, I'd have to buy some napisan."

No worries! I didn't exactly uphold my own idea-generating-ness at the write-in, so I'm glad that I could be of assisstance to you. :-)

Yay! Truckloads of words, woo!