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(I've not written a word yet today...)
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21,150 / 50,000
Nov 3, 2009 - 07 09
I haven't written anything today yet either, and I'm on 3333...I'm writing in third person for the first time and I don't like it!
38,187 / 50,000
Nov 3, 2009 - 07 47
Yeah, I write in the first person, I've kind of gotten used to it now.
38,443 / 50,000
Nov 3, 2009 - 08 18
Technically my first day as I started late! But I'm in by 5,202 words which I think is a good start! Am looking forward to writing more, but also want a break now, haha.
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Title: Egbert Rogers and the Confounding Mysteries of the Universe
Genre: Fantasy
38,187 / 50,000
Nov 3, 2009 - 10 44
Wow! It taken me three days to get over 5000.
16,909 / 50,000
Nov 3, 2009 - 11 19
5864! On track, and very happy.
No excerpt yet. I'm not brave enough, maybe I will. Soon... but not yet!
Keep going everyone.
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The Crafty Scribe
http://thecraftyscribe.blogspot.com
52,065 / 50,000
Nov 3, 2009 - 14 49
I will be over 3k words today (I have not saved my previous word count but know that I posted in the 7k, 8k, 9k and soon 10k thread).
No on dares to post an exerpt? Looks as if I have to go first then. Please excuse the formatting. I will just post it as-is.
\chapter{Demu'tan - Tale}
\paragraph{From the document:} I want to start this text by reminding you
that everything in it is true. Nohing of it is constructed, invented or
created as a work of art. This is what really happened.
Symbols are powerful things. They can cause people to fight each other, they
can lead people or mislead them, they can cause strong emotions (think of
getting a note with nothing but a heart on it) and as I found out, they can
also change how your brain works. It was a program for artistic purposes,
which made me realize this the hard way. I always had an interest in beauty
and thus, I downloaded a program to create a certain form of graphics. I
would explain the maths behind it but I do not want to bore you to tears. It
was developed by a professor of mathematics, so I can assure you that the
maths are highly complex. This program changed my outlook on life forever.
It was what made me retire from my job and work on Unified. This was because
after toying with it and trying different sets of parameters, Unified had
become the only way for me to communicate with the world. After using a
certain set of parameters, I found myself unable to understand the world
around me and could communicate only in what I in a painstaking process
reverse engineered to become the Unified language.
Fortunately, I learned Esperanto in earlier days and still had a book on
the language which relied entirely on pictures and text in the language
itself. I am still sure that my family hated me for from one day to the
other in their view for no reason insisting on stopping to use my native
language and instead only communicated in Esperanto. I could have tried to
get help, but I never did. Let's just say that I had a good reason to fear
psychiatry and leave it at that. As a cover, I also pretended to be hoarse
during the first days. Until I was at a level where I could at least
communicate somewhat. I still wish that I could have been able to say
anything to those who were near me. That I was not forced to live a life of
lie around them. On the other hand, the fact that I was either declared
insane or that certain individuals would get hold of this who would use it
in very inethical ways scared me. This set of parameters could be used in
many ways to cut off individuals from communication. It could have been used
as a very destructive way of preventing certain information to spread. I did
not see any possibility of preventing the proliferation of these values
given the knowledge of their existance. Uranium and the methods to build an
atomic bomb could not be prevented from being proliferated to places like
North Korea, Pakistan and India. The ruins of Islamabad are a symbol for the
unavoidable tendency of information to seek freedom and distribution.
'8: Interface Culture - Selbst die Zukunft ist nicht mehr das was sie einmal war (won!)
'9: Ytin'he'ny - those who are changed
Bottles of Coke: 18 (29.5 liters)
Bags of crisps: 7 (705g)
Back up your novel, now!
37,097 / 50,000
Nov 3, 2009 - 14 57
Woah Anfaenger thats good, not sure i get it but my brain is a bit addled
My best of a pretty poor 1741 words today, hopefully my brain will be working tomorrow.I seem to have a love affair with the word though
Troy approached the door and beat the code out onto the cold grey metal door. He was lucky to have this access to his mother, but she had been here so long, made friends with so many Truncheon men, for whatever reason, that she had a few perks. Seeing him was one of them. The door slid open. Troy nodded at Tyrone. The old man nodded back. Tyrone had to be the oldest person Troy had ever seen. In his late 20's when the Incident happened, he had aligned himself with the right people and as a result had managed to keep himself alive, making him the closest person to 80 that you were ever likely to see. Life expectancy was getting shorter, and Troy knew he would be lucky if he made 60 years old let alone 70.
Not that Tyrone looked especially good for 80, his once strong body was had withered and bent. The skin once packed with solid muscle, hanging from the frail frame in sheets. Tyrone had no need to shave his head to match the image favoured by the Truncheon men, for his follicles had long since given up the ghost and disposed of his hair.
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Nov 3, 2009 - 15 19
I'm loving the excerpts up here so far, everyone is doing such different things!
I did 1721 today and it was a bit of a struggle. Doing NaNoWriMo while writing my dissertation has turned out to be a very stressful (but rewarding) idea.
Good idea to quote it as well :) then we can distinguish between actual post and excerpt. Here we go!
“So… you are what I imagine. You are here to be what I think of, whatever I think of?” Julia asked.
“That is not my purpose. I have no purpose. But it would seem that my shape is created by what you want to perceive in me. You perceive this hero, I become him in your eyes. You perceive the cat, the loyal friend you wish you had…” As Julia heard these words, the shape of the cat seemed to flicker from within Elias, “and I become that for you to see.”
Suddenly, there was a loud crashing. Julia whipped her head around to see what had made the sound, and found herself not in the grounds anymore, but looking out of her window at Raven into the night. A stack of flowerpots had tumbled over, and as she moved closer to the window, Julia thought she could see a silver tail whip out of sight.
Procrastination baking sessions: 2
Prose before hos.
25,223 / 50,000
Nov 4, 2009 - 01 01
Loving all the extracts of people's work. I aim to have a bit of a nanofest today and boost my word count. Had to get an assignment in this week so this slowed me down. Keep going everyone!!
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Kaze looked over the balcony. It had been a long time since she had felt so bad, but hey she had never murdered anyone before. The naked light bulb hanging down off the ceiling seemed to be swaying in the breeze. This struck her as strange as there was no breeze.
Murder was a funny game it crept up on you in the night and made you jump. It was the elephant in the room when you least expected it. Kaze stepped back to admire her handiwork. If only all death were so beautiful. Tears of remorse slip down her cheeks and she hurriedly brushed them aside with a sweep of her hand. The clock in the room punctuated the air with a tick tock that seemed to grab the atmosphere and drop it heavily on the ground. The debris of murder lay all around the crime scene, a short serrated knife, a potato peeler. Who would have thought that something so crazy would have been so handy? A stick lay in the corner abandoned for the moment, Kaze grabbed it just in case it was useful for later.
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