NaNoWriMo Nonsense. Jenna and I had gone to Kennedy loft one day after dinner because there was a write-in going on that night.
As you can see, it uh. It was crazy in there. (Nobody was there.)
So we went and looked for another place to write. We went everywhere, it was crazy.
We managed to get into the basement of Siebert Hall, and I had to find a toilet, and almost got lost in the south dorm tunnel system and it was kind of terrifyng, but I found this board, and freaked out, and Jenna and I took pictures with it, because everything is NaNo and nothing hurts. (That was a lie. Only just now breaking 10k. Yay. /kill me)
“It was gonna be tough. He was going to have to:
A) Abduct a person
B) Kill the person
C) Do the above undetected
D) Manage to dispose of the body in some way”
God, I Want to Fuck Her
An Ode by Elliot Grayson
Mother of God I want to just throw her
Upon a mattress in a small room
Rented for the weekend
Where we could consummate
For hours upon hours
Because Jesus she is so damn hot
Alright, here’s the second half of Joey’s plotline. He dies at the ned of it, and it was lame to write, and it prolly reads like shit. I don’t even want to look at it, honestly. I forced it out so hard, just to get it done.
Tomorrow, I start working with Elliot, Jason’s best friend. We’ll see what he’s like as time goes on. It’d be nice to know his last name, but at least I have a first name.
Anyways, I’m at 3724 words, so yeah.
Right. Here we go.
Oops I accidentally Joey’s documents so far
(Basic rundown for those who didn’t read my first dump: the opening sections are mostly “Joey’s childhood is balls.” Then, he moves into a home, and he plays 4square at some point, and then he goes on an adventure, and then he dies. We’re finally done with the foursquare and are getting to the adventure. Thank. God.)
He’s almost dead. I can remove Joey from my life soon. That’ll be both sad and nice, I think.
Not sure if I plan on writing more tonight or not
Pft I’ll prolly just fuck around on the internet some more
So, today was the first day of NaNoWriMo, and thus far, I have 1621 words. Which is less than I would like to have. (So I prolly ought to write more tonight bluh whatever)
Here’s the thing, though: this isn’t the opening to my book. Far from it. I write in small chunks, and then I rearrange them all. Normally, when writing short stories, I can jump from character to character, plot to plot, no problem. But with a novel, I’ve decided to write each character as a “chapter” (a folder in Scrivener), and have each blurb as a scene/document.
I started NaNo with my favorite character: Joey Young. He’s an awesome five year old redheaded kid that makes me have feelings. The little fucker has a lot of back story, but he’s fairly unimportant to the overarching plot, so I’ve tried to not write too much about him.
So, without further ado, here’s Joey’s plotline so far (I’ll be sure to dump more on another if more gets filled in):
“Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce went the ball: swimming, blurring, throwing itself from player to player, bright and red, dropping all participants into a trance: there was no thought, only action, no planning, only reflex—and thus Joey was sucked in, feeling the rhythm of the game flowing around him; Joey, but a lonely jack against a tyrannical monarchy, slaying the bright red dragon thrown to him from the wicked queen and sending his own to the king, moving his way up in the royal family until finally topping as the Ace, the true leader, the true and just ruler of the kingdom, forever and ever, amen. Well. Until the Ace screamed “CHERRY BOMB” and crushed his dreams.”
-Prompt: write a sentence with over 100 words that tells a story
Wrote this from the perspective of my favorite “Static” character: Joey.