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NaNoWriMo Winner!

Monday, November 30th, 2009

NaNoWriMo WinnerDespite having a registered NaNoWriMo account since 2005, this year was the very first year that I actually participated. I’d shrugged off the idea for the past few years because let’s face it, ACAD homework was ridiculous. Social life? What? For those of you who are not in the know, NaNoWriMo stands for “National Novel Writing Month.” Several years ago a group of crazies thought that it would be a brilliant idea to attempt to write an entire novel during the month of November. So the goal was set (50,000 words in 30 days), and not unlike many other crazy ideas, it gained momentum. I mean, who doesn’t want to write a book? Who doesn’t have a story of their own to tell? Alright, so maybe not all people… but I’m going to hedge on the bet that there are probably still a lot of people out there who do.

I actually did really well, specially if you take into account that I decided to participate four days into the challenge, had no preliminary notes, have a full time job, a boyfriend (I’m sorry if I ignored you Aron!), and then didn’t write for 10 of the proposed 30 days. Granted, most of the story was already floating around inside of my head. So writing 50,000 words in 20 days was pretty good.

PolyfillaI think I may have even lost a bit of my writing at some point, because I’m missing a huge chunk of what I thought I’d already written. Although, it’s probably even more likely that I dreamt writing that particular sequence… It’s okay though, because now starts the really fun part: editing. Where I go back and fill in the cracks with Polyfilla (that stuff is awesome).

I decided to write about a story that has been in my head for a very long time. It’s of course based on my play-by-post game setting, Shadowlack, and takes place (for the most part) on a planet called Ramath-lehi. It’s a science fantasy story. There’s space ships, magic, evil aliens, some romance (if you can call it that), a few bad-ass bad guys, a fair amount of fighting, as a result there’s a fair amount of deaths… and well, it was really fun to write.

Fortunately (or unfortunately as it depends on your perspective), I’m not done writing my “novel.” I actually plan on working on it a little bit more because I haven’t quite reached the ending.

Also, some people will be pleased to hear that it a) does not include sparkles of any kind, and b) no one barfs up a fountain of blood. Anyway, here is a short little excerpt from the story. It’s the beginning of a scene in which Koani is pitted against her father’s personal guard, Synachi. Why? Well let’s just say that someone has a bit of a disregard for life. I really can’t say too much or else I’ll give all the good parts away. :s

2009 NaNoWriMo Progress

2009 NaNoWriMo Progress

Excerpt:

Koani stood opposite Synachi, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She was scared, terrified even. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever once imagined a moment like this. She loved magic, but the idea of using it to harm someone terrified her – even if it was for self preservation. Her mother downplayed these feelings of hers and told her not to worry. Karryasa had told her that she was ready, so ready she must be.

Koani watched Synachi carefully, as if noticing the older thill for the first time. Synachi was dangerous – there was a reason why Zamfir had chosen her as head of his personal guard. Synachi was a murderer. Koani looked over at Karryasa, who smiled pleasantly in return. Zamfir, who was standing next to her, remained stoic. As far as he was concerned, he was merely entertaining his wife. This would be over soon.

Koani took a deep breath and relaxed. The quills that lined her spine fell flat against her back. She spread her arms apart and widened her stance as she lowered her centre of gravity. From somewhere along the sidelines a loud horn blew. The match had begun.

Brandishing no weapon, Synachi darted toward the young girl. One hard and fast crack over the head would be more than enough to end this match. Koani had a thin frame and completely breaking the girl’s body seemed more than easy to do. Synachi did not want to fatally injure her though. Knocking the abomination out would be more than sufficient.

As Synachi swung her fist, Koani twirled lightly out of harm’s way. When Synachi struck out at her again, once more Koani twisted away from harm. After a third and then a forth unsuccessful strike, Synachi took a step back and fell into a crouch. The head of Zamfir’s personal guards smiled faintly.

“I see what you’re doing,” Synachi said after a calculating moment. “You’re manipulating the air around me to redirect my motions. That will not work any more, little one.” With that, Synachi jumped to her feet and charged at Koani. This time when Koani tried to redirect the older thill, she found that she couldn’t. Instead the air that she was trying so hard to coax whooshed ineffectively past Synachi. Synachi had put up some sort of barrier that was deflecting the young Grader’s efforts.

Breath Tragger

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

A little excerpt about the Breath Tragger that help keeps the Black Shuck fed.

Between the living worlds and the alleged world that awaits us after we die, there exists a transportation network called the Breath Tragger. This network works non-stop to deliver Shades to their various destinations, and in doing such, recycles their life essences and keeps the balance of the universe. However, like all transportation systems, the Breath Tragger is not without its flaws. Sometimes, more often when races are warring, the Breath Tragger becomes congested. It is during this time that the greedy Black Shuck likes to surface. Like a sticky-fingered child eyeballing candy, it hungrily selects Shades to serve its own purposes.

The Black Shuck can be described succinctly as an infinite pocket dimension. It is not known exactly how, but the Black Shuck manages to pluck Shades out of the Breath Tragger before they are able to reach their final destinations, thereby upsetting the natural flow. The captured Shades are tossed into the dimension of Black Shuck, awakening in a place referred to as Limbo.

There are many theories as to why the Black Shuck is capturing and holding onto Shades. The most popular one is the belief that the Black Shuck is building an army; an army so powerful that it will be able to usurp the entire universe. Whether it is creating an army or not, the demise of the universe seems inevitable if the Shade theft continues.

With each passing moment, the balance of the universe tips ever so slightly in the Black Shuck’s favour as it continuously rips Shades from the Breath Tragger. Now that you’ve died on your world and have been ensnared by the Black Shuck’s fierce jaws, please ask yourself one question: are you going to let this Shade plundering continue?

Vythe’s First Day

Saturday, February 23rd, 2008

Even though on the outside I knew I looked calm and collected, inside I was nervous. This was not my first time being in the presence of the Arch Magos Zamfir Grader. He had always been like a father figure to me. I respected him greatly. When my own dad passed away, he was there to support and aid my mother in her grief. There were even a few that suspected him of having an affair with her. However, these were only rumours. You get used to ignoring rumours in my business. My mother loved Zamfir of course, but he was sworn and forever devoted to his wife, Karryasa. He didn’t sleep around, nor did my mother.

So why was I nervous? Well you see, my mother was retiring. Previously she had been one of Zamfir Grader’s elite personal guards. Now, with her injuries and age hindering her, she felt that it was time to step down and retire. This is where I naturally come in, you see. I was to be my mother’s successor.

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Ketchup Burglar

Thursday, February 14th, 2008

I suppose it was having a bad chest that turned me into an observer, a watcher, at an early age. Always confined to the sidelines, I was forced to watch others with envy as they ran about the field and had fun playing games. Never did I learn the joys of belonging to a sports team or even come close to feeling real exhilaration. Exertion of any sort puts me into a terrible state, you see. They say that I can die if I’m not careful (Mum certainly wouldn’t want that).

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Koani vs. Vythe

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

Note: Takes place shortly after Zamfir Grader’s death and before the official inauguration of the Council of Thirteen.

Koani brushed a long strand of aqua hair out of her eyes. It had been yet another late night. All day reporters had been badgering her. Ever since the passing of Zamfir, they just seemed to be insatiable. Everything that she said she was being quoted on. The paparazzi were everywhere. Never letting her have a moment’s peace. If it had been bad before, it was ten times worse now. Koani pretended not to mind. However it took every last ounce of her restraint not to lash out. Things would settle down she continued to remind herself. They’d smooth out. Sooner or later. They had to.

Koani was looking forward to retiring for the night. Sleep was beckoned to her as she walked up the pathway to one of the Grader manor’s many side entrances. Vythe was silently following in her wake. Koani could hear the soft crunch of his footsteps in the snow but she wouldn’t look back. Something was on Vythe’s mind. This much she could tell. He had been more silent and brooding that afternoon than was normal. Koani didn’t like it when he got into one of those moods and so she chose to ignore him as best as she could. It was when she had finally reached the door and was unlocking it that Vythe chose to speak, or rather, cleared his throat. However this failed to remove Koani’s attention from the door lock. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to see the expression that she knew he was wearing. This was where he had kissed her before. On the morning of Zamfir’s death. Was he trying to bring her attention back to that? Koani succeeded in springing the lock. It was then though that Vythe chose to speak.

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