NaNoWriMo 14 Week 2 Summary

Howdy folks.  A couple of days where I wasn’t 100% on track but it was all made up for.

Chapter 1 saw another rewrite.


The McChord Air Force Base BX housed the  on-base Starbucks.  It was a medium size establishment as far as Starbucks go, there was a counter and several tables, a couch, and two arm chairs.  Shelves displayed coffee machines and bags waiting to be brewed.  A few airmen were sharing coffee at the table closest to the door and a group of wives sat around a small table in the arm chairs and on the couch.

I walked up to the counter and ordered a strawberry smoothie.  The only time I drank coffee was when I was in the field and needed to stay awake or blend in.  Even then I preferred energy drinks.  The awful taste that coffee would leave in my mouth wasn’t worth the extra energy, especially since not even a mint would get rid of it.  That’s why energy drinks and tea were commonly found in my fridge.

Within minutes my drink was ready and I stood at the edge of the counter waiting for the person I was meeting.  From the counter I could see the entrance and no one could come up behind me.  Maybe a little paranoid for being on a military base but from experience I knew that it was better to be safe than sorry.

I didn’t have to wait long.  A redhead walked in confidently wearing her Air Force Airman Battle Uniform.  Her hair was pulled up in the regulation bun and a cover sat in her cargo pocket.  Second Lieutenant’s bars, lovingly referred to as butter bars, sat on her shoulders.  At first glance someone might dismiss her as being a smaller woman, her build by nature hid the strength that I had seen her train long and hard for.  She would regularly join our Army ROTC hand-to-hand training and she had taken martial arts regularly.

Air Force regulations forbid wearing large amounts of makeup but she wouldn’t have worn it anyways.  That wasn’t her style.  She looked around the Starbucks and when she saw me her face lit up and her light grey eyes sparkled.  I smiled back.

In college she had been in Air Force ROTC and upon graduating had been sent away to train with the USAF Security Forces.  From there she was stuck here on McChord AFB awaiting assignment.  I could only imagine how frustrated that was making her.

During college I had also had a crush on her.  It was hard not to like a woman who was so dedicated.  She lived to better herself and believed in doing the right thing.  She was also very attractive and stood out in a crowd, not just because of her red hair but also because of her confidence.

Today had to be purely professional, I wasn’t here to make a personal call.  I was here for business afterall.  Still I couldn’t help watching her as she ordered her drink.  True to form she ordered a complex drink full caffeine that I couldn’t keep track of.  Complex, that explained her well.

With my free hand I adjusted my suit.  It fit my cover better than my military uniform.  On the books I was now a Special Investigator Lead.

“Hello Air Force.”  I teased.

“That suit fits you surprisingly well Army.”  Our rival dated back to college when I was in Army ROTC.

“They still don’t have you doing anything?”  I already knew the answer but I asked it anyways because I was enjoying the cloak and daggers when there wasn’t anyone actively trying to kill me.

“No, they don’t.  Everytime I ask about my orders I keep getting told that they are trying to decide what they are going to do with me.  What are you doing for the Army?”

“Well that is why I am here.  Are there any postings that you really want?”

“At this point, it has been two months of not being assigned anywhere.  I would almost take any posting that had a purpose.”

“I could offer you a posting like that.”  I offered.

“Aren’t you a military police officer?”

I let out a low chuckle.  “On the books I am.  What I really do is a little more… secretive.”

“That sounds alluring.  What is it you do?”

“I work for Task Force 172.  I am sure you have heard the rumors.”

“That I have.  Everyone in military law enforcement has.”  She replied.

“Well there is at least some truth behind most rumors.  And I would like you to join.”

“A posting like that sounds almost too good to be true.”  I knew I had her, she was going to say yes before this conversation was done.

I pulled my badge from my belt discretely and set it on the table.  It was made out of gun metal to be non-reflective.  “It does say I am a captain.”

“Well what would I be doing?”

“There was a call for a new unit in the Task Force to cover the Pacific and surrounding areas.  I managed to get myself in a position to lead that unit.  I was allowed to pick my own team and you were on the list I came up with.  I am sorry to say that you’re on hold from being assigned to a unit was because you were going through a black ops clearance and background check.”

“I have heard the grumblings that you guys are very secretive and hunt down fugitives and stuff.  Is that what you do in your black ops?”  I let out another low chuckle.  The rumors that got around ranged from plausible to the outlandish.  I even heard someone say once that we hunted aliens.

“To some degree.  We have units that maintain our cover but for the most part we just do black ops that need to be done off the radar.”

“And you are seriously offering me a job doing that?”

I pulled another badge from my pocket and set it next to mine.  It read “Task Force 172.  Department of Defense.  2nd Lieutenant.”

“That will be yours if you agree to join us.”

“I don’t have any special forces or black ops training.”

“Jeez, its almost as if you don’t want this job.”  I teased.  “All of the training that you need will be provided by the Task Force.”

“What do I do from here?”  She asked.

“You will get an invitation to attend training.  Go and be all you can be.”  I answered.  “Until then, wait.”

I am pretty sure the whole cafe heard her grown.  I chuckled.  We sat and talked for a while more and I felt happier than I had in a while.  Connecting with her again was enjoyable.  It was rare that I got to see anyone from my college life.  I had only seen a couple of the people who I had been in ROTC with after, and they were in the Army too.

 

NaNoWriMo 2014 Week 1 Plus Or Minus a Day or Two

Week 1 of NaNoWriMo went well up until Friday when a family member came to visit.  I may have started today behind but I made up the time and a little extra.  I feel confident I will complete this on time.

I am trying something I don’t normally do for writing this.  First, it is all hosted on Google Docs so I can access it on any one of my computers.  But also I have created a second file on my Google Drive that contains an outline, a list of character names, and other notes, all in one file.  It has so far helped me as a reference on multiple occasions.  We have finished week 1 and overall in my story I feel like I am at the right point but I will spend a little bit of time today and tomorrow going back over what I have written and adding some detail and changing it up a little bit.  I feel like that has been one of my mistakes recently, that I haven’t gone back and worked on what I have already started.  I already did that before I posted this in multiple places.

Here is a chart of what my word count has looked like so far:

See the reworked beginning of the novel below.  Enjoy and keep an eye out because the first chapter may be coming to Scribophile soon.


 

The McChord Air Force Base BX housed the base Starbucks.  It was a medium size establishment as far as Starbucks go, there was a counter and several tables, a couch, and two arm chairs.  Shelves displayed coffee machines and bags of coffee.  A few airman were sharing coffee at the table closest to the door and a group of wives sat around a small table in the arm chairs and on the couch.

I walked up to the counter and ordered a strawberry smoothie.  The only time time I drank coffee was when I was in the field and needed to stay awake or blend in.  Even then I preferred energy drinks.  Coffee leaves an awful taste in your mouth that is hard to get rid of.

Within minutes my coffee was ready and I stood at the edge of the counter waiting for the person I was meeting.  From the counter I could see the entrance and no one could come up behind me.  Maybe a little paranoid for being on a military base but my career so far had taught me that it was better to be safe than sorry.

I didn’t have to wait long.  A redhead walked in wearing her Air Force Airman Battle Uniform.  Her hair was pulled up in the regulation bun and a cover sat in her cargo pocket.  2nd Lieutenant’s bars, lovingly referred to as butter bars sat on her shoulders.  At first glance someone might dismiss her as being a smaller woman, her build by nature hid the strength that I had seen her train long and hard for.

In college she had been in Air Force ROTC and upon graduating had been sent away to train with the USAF Security Forces.  From there she was stuck here on McChord AFB awaiting assignment.  I could only imagine how frustrated that was making her.

During college I had also had a crush on her.  It was hard not to like a woman who was so dedicated.  She lived to better herself and believed in doing the right thing.  She was also very attractive and stood out in a crowd, not just because of her red hair but also because of her confidence.

Today had to be purely professional, all emotion had to be left out of it.  I was here for business and that was the way it was going to stay.  Still I couldn’t help watching her as she ordered her drink.  True to form she ordered a complex dream full caffeine that I couldn’t keep track of.  Complex, that explained her well.

With my free hand I adjusted my suit.  It fit my cover better than my military uniform.  On the books I was now a Special Investigator Lead.

NaNoWriMo Update

I am at just over 3200 words and just about at where I want to be.  The writing is coming along well and I am going to include a small sample of where the story is so far.

 


 

 

After picking up my black coffee from the counter at the McChord Air Force Base Starbucks I sat down in a chair in the far corner of the room, by the employee exit.  As I sat down in the chair I scanned the few other tables that occupied the room.  She hadn’t arrived yet.  I sipped my coffee and straightened my suit out.

I didn’t have to wait long.  A redhead in Air Force ACUs walked through the door.  Her hair was pulled up into the regulation bun and she had her cap under her hand.  She nodded to me and went to the counter to get a drink of her own before joining me at my table.  The uniform fit her well, as did the 2nd Lieutenant’s bars that were on her collar.  SarahJane Taylor had finally graduated from University of Washington and finished her training as a USAF Security Forces officer.

“Hello SarahJane.”  I said with enthusiasm, I had truly missed her.

“That suit fits you surprisingly well Army.”  Of course she knew I was in the Army, I had been in Army ROTC when I was in school with her.

“They don’t have you doing anything yet?”  I asked her, but I knew the answer to that.  That was why I was here.

“No, everytime I ask about my orders I keep getting told they are trying to decide where to send me.

“Have anything you really want to do?”

“At this point, it has been two months of not being assigned anywhere.  I would almost take anything.”

“Well what if I have a job offer for you LT?”

“I am listening.”

What I do isn’t exactly Military Police work.  I work for Task Force 172.”  I unclipped my badge from my belt and showed her discretely.  There wasn’t anything about the badge by itself that was secretive, I just didn’t want to make a scene.

NaNoWriMo 2014

NaNoWriMo 2014 is here folks and its time to reveal what is going on with my writing.  I am feeling a little unsure this year about what I am doing but I have an idea and a rough outline.  Work has stressed me out a lot but I can and will win again this year.

My current title is Training SarahJane.  As of right now it will be from multiple points of view, starting off with James Derrick, a college graduate who is a new special forces team leader.  He is new to the job but when he is told to put together his own team he knows exactly who he wants on it.  SarahJane Taylor.  SarahJane was two years behind James in college and now that she has graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice and is in the Air Force, having completed Air Force ROTC James recruits her over to the team.

SarahJane gets more than she expected when she learns about this undercover unit that doesn’t quite report to anyone that she can tell.  People appear to have been pulled from all agencies and branches of the military.  She finds the training hard but the reality of the missions that the new team handles is even harder.  Especially when her first mission starts having unexpected consequences.