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About BFootNovellistaLocation: Seattle, WA Home Region: Age:25 Non-noveling interests: Quote t0tAl_mElTd0wN (while turning down participation in a fifteen-minute write-off): *POW* And then you have a bajillion words and all you did was sneeze! |
Joined: October 7, 2007 This Year: Municipal Liaison NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 29 NaNoWriMo buddies: 16
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Brief Author Bio: Me: They're in a cavern under the ground and I need a table. BF: Okay...Tables aren't in caves. Me: There's stalagmites and stalactites. But it's a flat cavern. BF: *making hand gestures to represent positioning of geological features* Stalag...mites....stalac...tites? Me: Yes... C for ceiling and G for ground. But that's beside the point. BF: So... the question was about a table? ----- RE: To The Dark Gods Of Writing O Mighty Dark Gods, I bow before you today, the humble recipient of your bounty of 10,000 words in the first two days of this hellish month. My gratitude is unending as my stress level slowly sinks lower and I am able to enjoy that overbrewed cup of Starbucks coffee as I administer yet another write-in to my Washington::Everett followers. Today, I come before you not to beg for an additional blessing, but to offer up to you the following in exchange for continuing this expedient, unexpected sign of favor from your enlightenment: a bottle of hand sanitizer (only slightly used), a container of Ovaltine, some packing tape, a 2009 calendar with cartoons on it, and three packs of sticky notes. These are only a few small pleasures that I indulge in while writing, and in your omnipotence, you undoubtedly understand how precious these treasures are to me and my kind as we travel through this month. Sticky notes alone... I will not obliviate further upon how these are not merely paper, but an extension of my very plotting. I gift these to you, sacrifice them in an eruption of fire, to the depths of your divine writing stations, and sit here, weeping with gratitude for the kindness you have shown me in only the first few days of this November. Your greatfully verbose minion, |
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Synopsis: Just Peachy
We've come up with a tradition at our annual kick-off party: A collaborative storyboard. Faced with no ideas of what to write about this year, I committed (before they began) to writing whatever story they came up with.
Now, I am writing a story about a pie shop owner who went to get her hair cut, the salon/saloon owner who fell on his own scissors, died, and came back as a zombie (and eventually turned into a pig), an army of scary half-alien children, the alien race whose scout was sent to take over the world as a coming-of-age ritual, the cop paid off to help them, and his partner, who dresses like a superhero every day.
I need to fit in a bike-and-skateboard chase scene, a segway explosion, a peanut-butter-and-jelly innoculation, and eventual quarantine of the irreversible and yet unkillable evil schoolchildren.
Should be a fun year. (Insert nervous laugh here.)
Excerpt: Just Peachy
(Chuck Solo is a SC in 2009's Nano... A cop with a prostitution past who donated unwittingly to aliens.)
Claire: Solo stumbled, but quickly caught himself, and ventured a few steps up the ramp, "Whoa! Hey! Why do I have to go first?"
Boyfriend: lol! :D
Claire: Solo constantly reminds me of you. It's actually kind of scary.
Boyfriend: haha
Claire: Well, except you didn't prostitute yourself to alien women. I think. I hope. One word: Tentacles. *shudder*
Boyfriend: lol.. that's a safe guess. tentacles?
Claire: THAT'S WHAT THEY THOUGHT ABOUT SOLO. Safe? Pah.
Boyfriend: wow
Claire: I know you're into tentacles. Teeheheee. :-*
Boyfriend: how do you know that?
Claire: Cause YOU ARE SECRETLY CHUCK SOLO.
Boyfriend: lol. DON'T TELL ANYONE!
Claire: ;)
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