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Post by Birdy on Oct 15, 2015 17:16:47 GMT -5
Amiright? Plots are just silly, and tend to derail themselves anyway. =D ...That said I'm pondering multiple ideas. =D;
Idea #1 - Continue last year's ideaBeen working on it for the past two years, so why not make it three? Who knows, maybe I'll actually finish it, ha! Idea #2 - Try again on "From the Casebook of Avery Sullivan"Thing is, for this one, I'd need to do a looooot of brainstorming and outlining for multiple short stories. And I dunno if I can do that in, what, a couple weeks? So I'd probably lose motivation like last time and just force out a few words here and there. ='D But who knows? Maybe I'll get a giant burst of inspiration between now and then. Idea #3 - Medieval (Or Mafia III) ficsBecause I have way too many Medieval fics sitting in my brain. 8D; (But with this, it... almost kinda feels like cheating? To write many mostly-kinda-unrelated stories, that don't exactly have an overarching arc of sorts (like the above idea of Avery Sullivan would). So I dunno.) Idea #4 -  ?I have various other vague ideas, but nothing solid. =D And by my luck a completely new idea will latch itself to my face three days before NaNo starts and be all "WRITE ME 8D". \ o /
AS USUAL, minifridge and snacks and beanbag chairs and stuff are in the corner over thataways. \ o / |
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Post by Birdy on Nov 2, 2015 0:16:09 GMT -5
I'm going with Idea #1 - continuing the idea from last year (and the year before that).
Because I am smrt, I got 500-something words out sometime after midnight, then procrastinated all day until like, 11:30 when I went "...Crud I haven't made quota yet" and then proceeded to smash out 1100-something words in like, half an hour.
I don't recommend it.
But at least I'm on track so far. \ o /
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Post by Birdy on Nov 3, 2015 0:08:47 GMT -5
End of Day 1 wordcount: 1711
End of Day 2 wordcount: 3132
And once again I waited until the last minute to start writing. ='D So I missed quota by only 202 words, alas. xD;
But! I'm making progress! \ o / And that's what really matters. ^_^
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Post by Birdy on Nov 4, 2015 0:21:29 GMT -5
End of Day 3 wordcount: 4,406 And I once again missed quota because I started late. But I did, however, render an obscure side character unconscious, and gave him a dream sequence. (I blame PFA and Killix for encouraging me. (Or, rather, they were online when I got the idea and didn't tell me not to, so therefore it's totally their fault. =| )) Speaking of, here: have said dream sequence, in all its unedited glory: “brave sooldier211!!!” said teh pretty brown horsie. “you must help us!! A priceless rtreasure has been STOLEN from us!!”
“what can I do?” sadi the handsome and rugged and awesome and epic and beautiful and stunning hero, ADRIAN TART. “I am epic and awesome, as you know, so I can do anything at all, even FLY.” Den he struk a POSE and was all handsome and shiny and stuff, wnd all the ladies swooned over him because hew was handsme (ruggiedly so!!) and epic and awesomse. And could fly.
“you must defeat the dragon empress!” xed the horise,. “They stole the HAIR BRUSH.”
Adrian gasped and put a hand to his mouth. This was horrible!! Ever one knew that teh HAIR BRUSH could grant wishes! And not only that, but it was pink and pretty! An probably glittery too!!!
Adrian posed bravely, for he was not afriard of the drangom pemrpess.
“I will go and defeat the dragon, and bring back the hair brush!!” he decalred.
Everyone cheered – Adriand was their hero!!! He was going too bring baxck the HAIR BRUSH and restore peace and prosperity to the kinddome of the sugar plumb faeries and princesss faerie tea parties!!!!!!
And so Adrian set out on his quest. Along the way he met many helpful friends but they re boring so much so. They also die to save Adrian cuz ghe is the hero and cano not die, because that would be sad!!! But he is sad they die becase they were his friends!! And he cries a lot when they die, because it is sad. But he knows he must move one or else they will have died in vane!! So he puts on a brave face and moves on, but refiuses to talk about it becaue that what all the cool heros do when the suffer a tragic loss.
Finally he reaches his goal: the tomb I mean cave of the ragon emoress!!!!!! She is inside and sitting on a GIAT pile of treasure!! And then he sees the hair brush RIGHT THERE!!! She is holding it, oh no!!! Adrian Tart is afraid, but he pushes that to the side because that is qwhat heroes do.
Bravely he rushes forward, sword held high, while yelling and screaming, just like that one guy in that movie!!!! But den teh dRAGON EMPRESS shoots FIRE at him!!! (But don’t worry, he doesn’t die because he is the good gut, and good guys never die!!!)
Adrian gapsa and dives out of the way in slow motin (like nemo in the matrix!!) and lands on the ground all super cool and stuff.
But it was too late!!! Because den teh DRAGON Empress catches him!!! She gholds him in her claw and cluckels evilly…
“so I see you have fallen for my trap,” she saiaz while bein all evil and ominous and stuff.
“what trap?” he asks, teying to play it kule.
“The HAIR BRUSH TRAP,” she shouts “this isn’t eve the real one!! It is a FAKE.”
Adrian gasped and put a hand to his mourth (or he would hve ig his arms hadn’t been pinned down!P). This was horrible news!! He had been TRICKED, NO.
He qsquirmed and fought but to no good. He was stuck like gum to a shoe1!! Valeienetly, he calls out to teh DRAGON emporESS.
“tyou will never take me alive!!! He shouts “and even if you do, good shall always win!! If not by my hand, than another!!!”
“you heros are so cute when you try to be heroic,” shew aaid. “too bad I have to eat you now.”
Adrian began to despair, for if his head were bitten off, that would make him less handsome!!
But just then, the dragon ZNEEZED. Alll voer him, and now he was covered in dragon snot, ewwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Ew, I am covered in DRAGON SNOT.” The hero wailed, but then quickly regained his composer, for heros do not let silly things like dragon snot stop them!!
“Why- why why am ma I I I snee sneeeez sneeeeeeeeeeeeee-“ she sneexzed again!! Then she started to wail too!!!
“Where must be a CAT here!” the dragon empress wailed. “I am allergic to caaaaaaaaaaats!!!!”
An then she broke out in HIVES and started itching!! And she got purple polka dots all over herself too, marring her shiny green skin!!! FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!
“Noooooooooooooo” she sailed. “Nooo I must be beautiful!!!” and she dropped Adrian and wran from the cave while sobbing!! But she forgot she was near a CLIFF and she fel off and died, cuz she was the bad guy and bad guys always die by falling from a great hiehgt. (it’s like a rule or something.)
“Mightly kitty!” Adrian said, finally spotting the fluyyy feline “Yoyu have saved me! How can I ever re pay you?”
“I miss my mommy,” the kitty said. “she adoped me and all my brothers and sisters!! She feeds us and all our adopted siblings! I want to go home!” and then she stated to CRY.
Never one to allow a fair lady to cry, Adrian offered hera a tissue
“there their they’re,” he said. “please don’t cry! I can help! I can fly you home!”
the cat’s eyes dried up instandly!
Really???” she said “that would be great!!”
And so Adrian picked yyup the cat and ran out of the cave and off the cliff (where the dragon empress died) into the SKY!! Thw was FLYING!!!!!!!!!!!
He (Adrian) took the kitty to her home, and met all gher siblings and her mommy, toop!!! Her mommy was named “Ms Congienieality” and invited Hadrian in for cookies and tea, which he accepted, because heros always accept a reward!!
Andso everyone lived happily ever after (except the dragon empress, cuz she was ded.
THE END.
(Though MS Word was stupid and kept correcting my intentional typos, sob. ;____; ) Also, no, I have no idea why I decided to write it as a bad fic. It just sorta happened. |
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Post by Birdy on Nov 6, 2015 0:17:05 GMT -5
End of Day 4 wordcount: 6,673
End of Day 5 wordcount: 7,165
Went to a write-in on the 4th. I was literally the only person there, other than the two MLs. xD; But! It was fun anyway. =D
(Also since technically-yesterday (the 5th) was Guy Fawkes Day (AKA "Set Something on fire in your novel" day, I set something on fire in my novel. \ o / Yay, fire!)
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Post by Birdy on Nov 9, 2015 0:20:33 GMT -5
End of Day 6 wordcount: 7,400
End of Day 7 wordcount: 7,578
End of Day 8 wordcount: 7,736
...I am so good at this NaNoing thing, you guys. \ o /
(Was going to spend yesterday playing catchup, but. Ended up sleeping in and then other stuff came up and then I was lazy battling Writer's Block, so. Whoops.
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Post by Birdy on Nov 12, 2015 16:47:18 GMT -5
End of Day 8 wordcount: 8,000
End of Day 10 wordcount: 8,723
End of Day 11 wordcount: 11,724
I am slowly making progress. Reached/passed 10k yesterday, so whoo~ \ o /
Also went to a write-in. It was nice. I passed 11k there. \ o /
Aaaaaand hopefully now, I am at the place in my plot where I know pretty much what happens! \ o / So I can hopefully make some good progress. =D (Whether or not I'll make it to 50k... we'll see. I still have time. \ o / )
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Post by Birdy on Nov 12, 2015 18:55:15 GMT -5
...Birdy forgot she had an excerpt to post. Silly Birdy. Birdy would also like to say that this is all Killix's fault. (And also, here: Have a warning that this is unedited, other than fixing some typos. \ o / ) A family of raccoons lived in the forest. A mother raccoon, a father raccoon, and their three adorable little babies.
The mother raccoon cared deeply for her little adorable rats children. So did the father raccoon. The parents of the three adorable babies often went hunting for food to feed them all – at times, they even let the children tag along, for how else would they learn to fend for themselves one day?
They lived in a hollowed out old tree, high up where no one who meant them any harm could reach them. (The family of woodpeckers who shared the tree, however, well. That was a different story.)
There were all sorts of wonderful things to eat in the forest – grubs and bugs and fish and birds and sometimes even people food, if a stupid hiker did not keep their food away from them, high in a tree, tied up so it could not be reached.
The city might have more food options (they babies had heard of Cities from their parents, and other passing creatures), but Cities were dangerous. There were things called “roads”, and if one was not careful, they would be crushed by the strange contraption the humans called “cars”. Or even other animals – dogs, for example, were the enemy. Sometimes humans dressed in green and brown colours, with bright orange hats and vests would come with dogs. Dogs were loud and scary, and to be avoided at all costs. But the city also had garbage cans – wonderful, marvelous bins full of what the humans considered trash – why anyone would consider leftover food to be trash, they would never understand. But hey, it meant more food for them. (What also they could not understand was, if the humans no longer wanted it, and they it away, why did they shout at them for taking it? The humans were not going to use it, so they might as well give up – they’d lost all rights to it the moment they’d put it in the great grey bin. And yet, they still shouted at them for taking it. Shouted, and hollered, and threw things at them – things that weren’t food, even! Or worse, came after them with long objects called “golf clubs” or “base ball bat” (which, for the record, looked nothing like a bat), or – even worse – the long object that made a noise louder than thunder.
Yes, the humans were unfathomable in their ways. Best to avoid them altogether and stick to the forest for food and shelter.
Besides – the forest had trees. Did the city have trees, that weren’t in little stone containers? I think not. )
The raccoon family lived a happy life, all caring for the other. The babies tussled, but children do that sort of thing. Nothing to be worried about, even if they tumble down a hill and into the water and scream and screech and act like they’re dying, even though they only got a little wet.
Yes, it was a good life. A fun life. A life so unlike the humans lived, with their hustle and bustle and work and jobs and paperwork and…
“Mal? Mal.”
Malcolm Goodfellow was snapped out of his reverie by someone snapping their fingers in front of his face. Shaking his head as if to reorient himself, he looked to the person whose hand was in his face.
“Oh, hey, Quince,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Commander Goodwin wants to know if you’ve finished that paperwork yet.”
Malcolm sighed and leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to slump at the same time – like a cat does (and they, as you know, seem to be made out of liquid). “No, not yet.”
“You know she wants it done by the end of the day,” Quincey checked, “right?”
“I know, I know…” Malcolm groaned, rubbing his face with one hand. “I’ll get it done as soon as I can.”
“Okay,” Quincey said. “If I see her, and she asks, I’ll let her know you’re working on it.”
“Thanks, Quince,” Malcolm said, as his friend left the room.
Then, in the silence, he sat back up, rested his arms on his desk and laid buried his head on in them.
“Raccoons have it so good,” he muttered.
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