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Genre: Satire, Humor & Parody
About darkphoenixLocation: Redcliffe / Brisbane Qld, Australia Home Region: Age:40 Website: http://www.petesplace.id.au/array_wars/ Favorite writers: Myself ;-) S King, D Koontz, J Roberson, T Pratchett, D Adams, to name a few Non-noveling interests: Gaming, reading, photography; my biggest time-consumer at the moment (after reading) is building deathmatch levels for Half-Life... |
Joined: October 7, 2002 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 6 NaNoWriMo buddies: 12
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Synopsis: Attack of the Stiff (Take II)
After struggling for almost two years to finish the novel I began in 2007, and after at least seven seconds of extensive soul-searching, I have decided to use this year's NaNo to finish off my 2007 effort. It needs around 50,000 words, so I've modified my word-counting script to count my old (yesterday's) total of 34576 words as "the new zero"!
I did not make this decision lightly, because I do have new stories begging to be written. However, "Attack of the Stiff" is the third novel in my trilogy, and it seems as though November is the only chance I'm ever going to get (ie, make) to write the words required to finish it. It's been hanging over my head for way too long now...
As you'll see from the excerpt, it is now barely recognisable as the Star Wars copyparody as which the trilogy began.
Excerpt: Attack of the Stiff (Take II)
"What I want," said Tessa softly, "is not something you can give me while I hold your friends hostage." She lowered her gaze, and Lurk blinked in surprise. "And it is not something you can give me from the wrong end of a blaster. I'll trade you."
She stepped quickly forward, closing the gap between them. She flipped the blaster expertly in her hand and held it out to him. Confused, he automatically extended his own hand, palm up. He felt the cold weapon pressed against his skin, and the warmth of her hand beneath his fingers.
Her eyes met his. "This blaster," she said, "for five minutes of your time." She studied his reaction closely for a second, then, without waiting for a reply, lifted her hand from his. He curled his fingers around the blaster.
Tessa turned her back on him, and returned to the control console.
Lurk glanced down at the blaster she had given him. He looked over to where the woman stood, tapping out a command on the console.
"What makes you so confident," he asked, "that I won't just shoot you?"
Tessa stopped typing, but she did not turn her head. "It's set on stun," she told him. "If you want to kill me, the knob just in front of the trigger guard controls the power level."
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