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NaNoWriMo
I didn’t think I was going to have to do this…
But I’m going to have to change my format here for a month. I WILL continue to put up my Sunday Night Postings. It’s my intent to get every story up—no page shall be left behind!—by sometime around midnight…’ish…on, or around Sunday. That way you can have my story in your inbox, by Monday morning. That means, the time I spend editing my Jack Of Diamonds novel, with the intent of putting it up on Tuesday, can now be devoted to working on my fantasy novel.
I feel, however, since I’m taking something away from my three PAID subscribers, I should give them something back in return; something I’m not offering my FREE susbscribers. How about a first look at my NaNoWriMo novel? As I am writing it! I have 23,000 words written so far.
I’m hoping I can write—or maybe even just get close to—60,000 more words, between now and the end of the month. That’s twenty days. I have a title, and its tentative called: A BEGINNER’S GUIDE TO TIME TRAVEL.
This is seat of your pants fantasy, folks!
I’ve had no time to plot out the story. I literally started this story two days after the contest started. I had a story that had 3,200 words, so I thought I’d take it to it logical conclusion, (whatever that might be.) I leave little notes and ideas to myself on the bottom of my Pages document, so I don’t forget little facts. There’s no time to edit, so Lorahley, or Murray, (and yes, even you Irene), if you do see an error of any sort, be sure to point it out in the comments so I can fix it right away. The story tells itself and I only try to make suggestions. (And of course, Sonia Nazar, you get a FREEBIE.)
My goal is to write 4,000 words/day, from now, until the end of the month. I know I won’t hit 4,000 words/day, because I get distracted by too many things (you know how you hit the wrong button and you end up going down this rabbit hole of porn, where before you know it, you’ve lost three days…what? That doesn’t happen to you?)
It’s the story of RICKY BAXTER…
A lowly garbage man whose wife has left him for the accountant who was helping them get Ricky’s father’s finances together. (His father is living in a home with dementia.) His father used to tell Ricky and his brothers stories about another world—a future Earth—that was recovering from a series of natural catastrophes. When a series of volcanic eruptions in the Pacific Rim are triggered following the eruption of a super volcano in North America, the tectonic plates shift and the continents are broken apart. Three quarters of the world’s population is killed. The world is plunged into chaos. In these stories, Ricky’s father is the warrior hero who challenges a major warlord and wages a decades long war…
It’s high adventure and make belief…or is it?
And in 1989, Ricky Baxter is visiting his father, who tells him—in a rare, lucid moment—that he wants the trunk. In order for Ricky to get the trunk, he has to get the help of his brothers to open a storage locker. One brother has the entry code, the second brother has the door key, and the last brother has the trunk’s key.
Three days before Ricky is to meet his brothers…
one is murdered, along with his family, and the other disappears…
If you want to join in on a wild ride…
You can always SUBSCRIBE and become a PAID member of my page. Imagine yourself sitting in a Tim Horton’s (I’m in Canada) and you buy me a cup of coffee and a donut (insert you favourite kind here), as I read my story to you. I think it’s a fair trade, and since there’s only 3 of you (and Sonia) it’s nice to know you get what you paid for.