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

NaNo Log Day 9

Hey everyone, sorry about no post yesterday - heck, I didn't even make my daily words.

Anyhow, I'm blogging LIVE from another Panera write-in, this time in the thick of things near the middle of the table. as a matter of fact, I'm feeling like I actually fit in here - sure, the people are downright insane hilarious and that can be distracting, but I was greeted very warmly, and even got to chat with a few people. Note to self: When in doubt, keep your face straight - it will save your life. 

I got to the write-in about twenty minutes early, and sat myself down not at the end of the room, but in the middle of the table. There, I met the host of the event and the co-host, as well as a growing amount of people, whose names have regained the status of a mystery. However, I was welcomed as the "stealthy one from last time", the one who had not been noticed until she got up and left. I was welcomed in as a ninja, to be exact, and I laughed along. 

As time ticked on, I met more and more people, and got barely anything written down just because I was having a good time chatting. I bought a sandwich and ate it down while the people across from me talked about Star Wars and the like. For a while, I was the tenderfoot, the reason to why nobody got words down, and what I felt like was more in the party than not, if you get what I mean. I just moved to a meeting room, because the first people who reserved it didn't show up. Now, I'm sort of boxed in, but at least I'm getting something done...sort of. I finished my YWP goal of 15000 words, and am at 15095 words currently. 

Blog-base-wise, my fanfiction piece "A Survivor's Word" got accepted by the community manager of Pirate101, which I am very excited about. When I got the e-mail, I called my friends immediately, yelling gibberish to them while jumping on the guest-bed. Thanks go to Tom Purdue the community manager.

Well, that's it from me today - catch you all tomorrow!

this was cut out from an image of me holding the duck, so it wouldn't
show my face

Cont: Also, I won a word war with a total of 727 words - I won a NaNoWriMo 2012 rubber duck! 

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Dei

NaNoLog Day Four, LIVE from the bookstore

As not to give away my location, I'm at one of the best almost independent bookstores that I have ever known, with the top being that one vintage spot on the Oregon coast, it smelled of book glue and cologne, in my opinion...oh, sorry.

Anyhow, I'm LIVE at a bookstore/shopping center with a lot of other WriMos, and even more plates of noodles. Noodles - best writing food known to humankind, I swear it. I spent the few hours that I've been here busily typing, making a few friends, and changing the volume on my iPod. I'm at 6,833 words currently, passing my goal of 6,708 by the end of the day. I'm actually trying to look a little nonchalant as I type this post, as to make others think that I'm writing my novel and not a blog post...shh...

Today's post will be composed of two things: something that I saw that inspired me (well, a spinoff of the actual event..) and a bit of my novel. I also have a few interesting pictures at the end.

Spin:

Michael tried to find his center, tried not to wobble from one side of his foot to the other, as Julia stumbled on and off of her two-foot-tall white rook. Julia squealed as she fell over again, this time taking the piece with her. A few WriMos sitting at a long table looked on in inspiration. Over and over, Michael exhaled and Julia stumbled, until three blonde-haired toddler boys rushed in, the tallest toting a red rubber ball on his head. Michael laughed and landed on his bottom in the middle of a dark square, making one of the WriMos gasp in reaction.

Novel:


“CALEB!!” Caleb blinked his eyes open and rubbed at the edges where night-blooming gunk had formed and crystallized. “CALEB, WAKE UP!” Caleb hopped to his feet and put a sweatshirt on over his sweat-stained sleeping shirt. He stumbled to his window and opened it, climbing onto the roof in the cold morning air.
“Bennett, what do you want? You could have knocked.”
“I know. They're going to dust you.”
“Who -”
“Noah.” Bennett interjected. “Noah Roche and his pals are going to dust you today., they're in fourth period, and are going to clean out the bandsaw.”
“Thanks...for telling me, Bennett.”
As Bennett darted away, Caleb didn't feel like going back inside. He sat on the roof, legs huddled close to his chest. Noah and his friends were honestly going to dust him? He was going to have fake dandruff again?” Caleb didn't like the idea or thought of covering someone in dust deliberately. What were they going to do – take pictures? They would be in double trouble, then; deliberate pranking and picture-taking on campus. Maybe, if they got in trouble, the boys would stop harassing people, just maybe.
No, no they wouldn't. They are only going to get better.

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OK, so the big surprise for today is that I'm sort of stuck on titles. Here are a few ideas that I've been bouncing off of my fellow WriMos:

The Scrollsaw's Lament
Of Books and Bandsaws
BLUEPRINTED
My Dearest Scrollsaw

I have a medley of covers, but sadly they're on my non-isolated computer account. I'll be sure to post them in the next post!

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