| MarieDees | Nano Kicked Off! |
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We'd like to thank everyone who made it out to the kick off parties today. We enjoyed being able to meet everyone. And a special thank you to Linda and her group for hosting the Colonial Drive kick off. For the first time, we had two kick off events on November 1. And this year will have write-ins in locations throughout Orlando from Kissimmee to Altamonte. Tina Marie |
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nov. 2, 2009 - 05 41
Hi Tina Marie and everone else:
I was at the Colonial Drive kick off last night. It was a very nice group of people. I didn't participate in all the little writing warmups they did because by the time I got there, I'd already done 7,774 words. My hands were in horrible shape!
This morning, I got up at 5:00 AM and started writing by 6:00 AM. I got more than 3,00o words done. My total so far is 11,166 words I'm feeling very "liberated" with all this.
I hope more people show up next Sunday at the Colonial Drive Starbucks. It was awesome . . . all the stares . . . people trying to figure out what we were doing on our laptops typing at the same time!
Stuart (a.k.a. Ochani Lele)
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nov. 2, 2009 - 05 45
Oh . . . for the heck of it . . . here are the results for one of the two writing exercises I did. Someone said she was intrigued, so I thought I'd share it. It was silly, but it's all I could think of on the fly!
Ochani
“One of these fruits,” said the witch, “holds a horrible, horrible poison, and the other . . .” she smiled a wide, wicked grin, “the other is washed with a potion that will bring you eternal life.”
Harold looked at the two bowls of fruit. One held pears, while the other held apples. He smiled back at the witch. This was going to be easy.
“I’ll eat . . . one of the pears.”
Her smile got wider. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“Are you sure you want a pear? Pears are sweet, but gritty. Apples are much, much nicer.” She grabbed one from the bowl and held it to him with a withered hand.
“No,” he said. “I’ll take a pear.” Greedily, he lifted one of the pears from the bowl, and with a shaky hand, held it to his nose. He inhaled deeply. It smelled . . . like immortality. Harold took a long, slow bite, letting the flesh roll around his tongue; the skin stuck between his teeth, and he sucked it out between his tongue and his lips. He had visions and dreams that stretched out before him for thousands of years. Oh, yes, immortality was going to be sweet, like this pear.
And then, he froze. Something that felt like razors and fire roiled in his stomach, and he fell to the floor, unable to move.
“Foolish boy,” said the witch. “EVERYONE knows you need a permit to carry a poisoned apple. And permits take months, sometimes years. Even in my world.” She lifted her sweet red apple and took a bite. “But there are no such laws regulating pears.”
Harold died that day at the witch’s feet; and she threw the core of her apple carelessly beside his corpse.
“Yes,” thought the witch, “immortality was going to be sweet.”
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nov. 2, 2009 - 08 53
OK, that's cute. I like that. "You need a permit to carry a poisoned apple." That's hilarious.
----------The Guise of a Traitor -- NaNoWriMo 2009
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nov. 2, 2009 - 19 25
Sorry I didn't make it out on Sunday. I wanted to go, but I was sick all weekend (well, since Friday) and while I felt better Sunday, I didn't want to pass on my sickness to the group. Nice to hear that there were good turnouts and that fun and writing was had. :)
----------~Shannon Chenoweth
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