Good Evening, Day 18!

I was positively sure that the evening of the eighteenth was getting no stormier, but things were about to take a turn for the darker. I, Deidre Devereaux, had just sat down at _____ _____ Books amongst fellow Wrimos. I proudly dubbed this evening "Defining Scene Day". That's when everything went dark. At first, I didn't notice that the lights were out due to my laptop giving off a radiant glow. It was when the emergency flashing lights caught my eye mid-word that I turned my head up. Sadly, I left the host and a few others behind to rearrange things as I capped my lanyard and headed outside with everybody else evacuating. After we regrouped, we decided to tee off for the Starbucks, where, to our dismay, was also dark. We resolved to wait under an awning, when I decided to bail.

A lot of dark at the moment, and I want to shout out to the poor Wrimos who are still under the awning. About the stormy, all I can say is that it's not getting any drier out there.

Here's to the Wrimos in the rain!

Dei

Good Morning, Day 18!

Thank goodness I'm caught up on my wordcount. I'm going to a write-in this afternoon, so I'm kicking back just a little this morning to work on my fanfiction trilogy and get some fanfic-editing done as well.
To my non-Travelite reader, my roots of writing started with roleplaying, Harry Potter roleplaying to be exact. I was Deidre Triston, and was a death eater on the roleplays. After that, I went to HP fanfiction on Wattpad, then I slowly gravitated back towards gaming, back towards Wizard101 and what was soon to be Pirate101 as well. My fanfiction attempts have been a mix of wins, losses, and mayhem among collaborators, but all in good fun, no? (Okay, that last catastrophe nearly did me in.)
This latest project is my prize jewel of my collection, mainly because it got uploaded to a very popular site in a nice section of its own - Pirate101 fanfiction!

Now, before you glare at me like that (as so many people have), maybe I should tell you that I got the entirety of this short story done in less than a week - Three to five days of slow and steady writing, then one day of "Ohmigosh, I have to get this finished tonight!" writing. Read more here! I queried it to the community manager of the game, and he responded  after ten days, if I recall, with a few ideas to make the story more versatile and appropriate for the approximated age group. The next few days were spent with my good old blood mop and a pair of gloves in the scenes. I think I even wrote a scene for my own amusement about the author sweeping things up right before a character entered. I'd better edit that out before I accidentally submit it.

This is my second trilogy. My first trilogy never got past halfway through the second before catastrophe struck and I had to choose between my sanity and the trilogy. The first section is about half the size of the old one as a price, but I consider it better written indeed.

Well, that's my bio. Where did YOUR writing roots come from?

Dei

NaNoLog Day 17

Oh, dear - I'm about a thousand words behind.

Last night, I went to a Lindsey Stirling concert, and it was worth the loss, though. She's amazing!

At the moment, I'm writing up more words, and I just got to 26,000 words. I have to get to approx. 28,500 today to stay on track, so I've got a ways to go. At the moment, my protagonist (Caleb) is on his toes developing ideas. Here's what I have for today....ignore the typos, please!
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Caleb heaved his backpack onto one shoulder, holding it to his side with the according hand. He tried to use his left hand to open the door, though eventually, a boy named Nolan in his third period PE kicked it open for him. Caleb skittered through, and looked for the back door of the cafeteria (where the gym left out) towards the electives hall. He ducked through it as a girl opened it, and he walked straight towards the woodshop.
“Come on, I have to look again.” Caleb felt the bottom of his backpack and the piece of wood that he salvaged. He opened the door...or at least tried to. Doors didn't necessarily like him that day, he decided. Caleb put his full weight on the door, and got it pushed back into him.
“No can do, sonny.” The same man from the fire site stared back at him. “You know the fire hazards -”
“Then why did you get me in? And who's Roscoe?” caleb demanded.
“Listen, he'll tell you everything. Just...go through the corridor, but don't go into the woodshop, for Pete's sake. Just go through aisle C and towards your next class.”
“Aisle -” There were three main hallways in a building. In this particular one, aisle A was the electives hall, and aisle B was a regular hall of classrooms. In both buildings, the aisle C was reserved for teachers and were used as supply rooms, mainly. If one were to get access to an aisle C to get to class, they would be at least two minutes early. He stepped into the room, and skittered through the hall, trying not to be seen by the teachers and the teachers' student assistants. He ducked through the other end and looked up into  aisle B of the first building. He could get used to that. He looked for his next classroom, and stepped in, taking a seat by the window.
Caleb liked the window more than others, he supposed. Light filtered in through the glass quite nicely, and he had a nice view of the courtyard. Nikko had once said that he sat by the window as well, blanketed by morning light. Today was a rather cloudy day, and Caleb didn't have the luck to have any rays. He wondered if Bennett was in Nikko's science class.
“Good afternoon, period four!” An old man ( a veteran, as Caleb had learned) stepped in front of the class, his substitute badge shining off of the ceiling light almost has much as he was.
“Good af'ernoon, Mis'er Dawson!” Caleb said as fast as he could muster. He smiled wide and Mr. dawson laughed.
“Now THAT's  enthusiasm. How'd you all like the fire drill this morning?” Groans were spread throughout the room. Caleb looked up indifferent, trying not to think about what was going on in the woodshop. Were the first responders dissecting the remains? Had they gone through everything and were starting to restore the place?
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Special props to Bennett T. from the mystical land of Reality for visiting! :-)

Dei
26,174 words

NaNoLog Day 14

Total Count: 23,172 words

Hello! Today I caught up to my words after being lazy through yesterday and the day before. My protagonist sneezed up blood, and I'm plotting a flame-throwing jackalope somewhere in there.
Anyhow, my fanfiction got posted today, check 'er out HERE (oops, just pasted in my entire novel on accident): https://www.pirate101.com/free_game/fan_fiction/2012/survivors_word
Yeah, met a lot of Wrimos so far, really loving my regional chatroom! You won't believe how tired I am right now, though. Good night!

For the folks back from Travels; sneak peek of what's next in A SURVIVOR'S WORD!


Destiny pivoted in the other direction, and ran. She had run these same docks maybe hundreds of times, skidding around corners and sliding over dangling bridges. She slip-stepped before darting up a staircase, and she seemingly ran through a pair of swinging wooden doors. Stopping in the middle of the sand-laden square, Destiny cautiously turned. The thought dawned upon her; she was no hero – she had just escaped death a few times. People here had taken down forces single-handedly, swordfought with too many at once. Again, Destiny shrunk back to her child-like stance in awe. She took small steps into the clothier's shop. She glanced to the walls, which were seemingly decorated with weapons – a gleaming spear mounted on the wall seemed to call out to Destiny. The floor was lined with tables of clothing, mostly Skull-Island style; a great find would be practically anything else.
"Where have YOU been?" A young merchant coiled thread in a corner.
"Hello, Aedan. I got into somethin' that's none o' your business, that's what." Aedan Bristol turned back to Destiny, and scowled.
"What do you want?" Destiny reached into a tattered pocket and removed a decent handful of coins.
"What will this get?" She folded her hands on a table and leanedover to support her weight with her shoulders. Aedan squeezed his chin and pulled out a tattered apron. Destiny took a turn to scowl.
"How am I supposed to move around, draw a sword, in whatever you've drawn in?" Destiny held a smart-looking coat at arm's length, not pleased at all. "Is this a joke?"
"Buy it or leave, Devereaux. And get something to patch your eye, it's...not going to get better." Destiny folded the apron and draped it over a shoulder, as a blue scrap of cloth and a mundane ribbon landed in her hand.
"I'll see you later, Aedan." Destiny silently left the shop.

NaNoLog Day 12

I'm officially ahead of schedule - yay!

Anyhow, today I spent most of my time on the chatroom for my region of Wrimos, just having a ball and participating in word sprints. Really, I'm having a pretty smooth first year of NaNo. I'm at 21,419 words, and I can kick back just a little and blog.

In fact, I started reading blogs from back at blog-base and saw one that stood out - a nice and simple blog with an aspiring fan-fiction writer. I got in touch with her, and we started talking, writer-to-writer. About fifty messages went through before I offered to help remake her blog. She accepted, and I took about half an hour to make her a new banner and to find a picture for background. The results:

My watermark is in the bottom left corner, if you were wondering. I made this with GIMP and Pixlr.

Well, that's it from me. I'm tied down with a cold, and my braces bracket popped off, so I should stop writing this post before I get frustrated. Dei, out.

The watermark is mine, by the way..

NaNoLog, Day 11

Hello from the local semi-independent bookstore! I'm surrounded by a lot of nice WriMos and I finally made a friend around my age, who is doing the YWP this year. Overall, I'm having a great time - there are word sprints all the time, and I won a few - I picked up another duck! Also, I got yet another duck for being a YA author, just cause. For the YA, I got an antlered duck, and then a holiday light strung one for the word war.

Today I got to 19,390 words - almost 1,000 words more than I had aimed to reach today! I'm pretty happy with myself,, and my character development is going as planned (if you call "as planned" anything.) I'm also having a good time in my region's chat room.

Well, that's it for tonight - goodnight, everyone!

Dei

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What do you do with plots that you only intended to use?

Eat them.

NaNoLog Day 10

+ Got to 16770 words (16787 to be exact)
+ Loving the duck
+ Skullcandy earbuds

Hey, everyone. I'm so excited to have finished my daily words - I promised myself that if I finished before a certain time, I would allow myself to game for a little bit. Today is Pirate101, as well as all the other gaming days.
I also found a good way to get myself writing. After the successful word-war at the write-in, I'm word-warring myself all the time to get quick words down. I set my timer for ten minutes every time, and I shoot for a certain amount of words in the time allowed. After the ten are up, I stopwatch myself until I get to where I needed to be, then I take a quick break. After that, it's back to the wars.

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Yawn

Dei