Last year I got sick during November and didn’t finish National Novel Writing Month. I did write a novel in December but that broke my NaNoWriMo win chain. But this year I am coming back for another. One lose isn’t a reason to stop the trend.
Today I filled out my NaNoWriMo 2018 profile. Have a look.
I am announcing my novel for 2018, Shao Island. If you have seen previous years you would be familiar with the story. Each time that I work on the story, I have learned more about the story.
I used a cover generator to come up with a mock cover for this year. Poster Wall is the name of the generator.
Here is the synopsis I have written so far:
Something draws members of the mystical and magical community to a small island in the Pacific Northwest. Shao Island. When a new resident moves to the island with her parents, Cailin Alexander can’t help but to make friends despite a past of evil.
Something else comes to the island though. In hunt of something new resident Alyssa doesn’t even know she has. A secret her family has hidden from her. Now Cailin must protect the whole island from a sudden set of killings. Answers don’t come easy.
Keep tuned as I write for November and you will find out more as it comes. That is the beauty of National Novel Writing Month, I learn about the story as I write and create!
Hello all! Come at you with an update on my NaNoWriMo 2017 project. So far it has come a long way with every day being at least a little over the mark. Currently, as of writing this, I am at 7,848 words. This is a little behind today’s estimated progress but I am not done writing for the day. There are still 6 hours left in the day after all!
Here is a picture from this weekend, settling down to write with a glass of vodka.
Was a fun weekend of writing. I got through some challenging spots and felt like I nailed some dialogue.
Here is a sample from chapter two:
Brushing his suit coat to the side, Lincoln took a seat on the cushioned chair inside the psychiatrists office. There was one thing to be said about these department mandated sessions, the chairs were more comfy than anything he could expect to find in a trooper barracks. Lillian Cornwall did her normal shuffling of papers in her hands before looking up at him. Was that something they taught head headshrinkers in school? Make people feel like you have a whole folder on them and remind them about it?
This year NaNoWriMo Seattle is having a challenge with Detriot. Part of that challenge is having individual nemesises, nemesisi? I applied to have one and was assigned Ivy Ice. Check out Ivy’s profile and I’ll let you know more when I hear back from them!
Today’s word count is a little bit behind where it should be on day 2 but I exceeded it on day one. Day one, I finished with 1945 words. Want to see where I am at right now? Take a look at this live tracker:
Later tonight I will get this tracker posted on the page somewhere so you will be able to see it no matter what post or page you are viewing but until then here it is.
Want to read the first chapter of Detective 139? Here it is below.
Everything around 1138 Sparrow Avenue was typical Seattle behavior. Traffic slugged along, people walked by a couple of blocks away, and birds flew overhead singing their song. Not much distinguished the day from any other in the Central District of Seattle, Washington. In a way the day was normal for Detective Lincoln Thomas too. A veteran of the anti-gang task force, he was used to these kind of raids.
He looked down the block again taking in the neighborhood. A low retaining wall ran down the side of the street that the subject’s side of the street. It would be great for cover. No one in any of the houses appeared to be looking outside. The SWAT team was staging right down the block, getting ready for action.
With luck, no one would know that they were coming. And everyone will stay inside, he added as a side thought. Lookie loos while a raid went down never ended well.
With today being Halloween, I thought I would introduce everyone to the killer from Detective 139. This will be my first time writing a character like this so bear with me and expect change. Also, remember that while reading the NaNoWriMo that most of this will be unknown to Detective Lincoln Thomas. Without further ado, let’s meet Jarson Pike, The Limb Stealer.
Jarson has spent the last four years living in a cabin in the woods of the Snoqualmie Pass. The cabin is remote enough to not be bothered but close enough to everywhere that it wasn’t overly suspicious. On the outside, the cabin appears to a passerby as worn down and his truck matched the appearance, an old Ford pick-up truck. Red in color with rust here and there. The appearance of both was just a facade.