What to Expect Next

So yes, I did miss posting yesterday, the 5th. I was really busy with the Super Bowl. Congratulations New  York Giants, by the way. I was rooting for you! And some of that has to do with my crush on Eli Manning.

But anyway, I hope you all enjoyed Writers vs Ritters. I had a blast writing it, and really it all just seemed to come about via stream of conscious. Some scenes were slightly planned. And my sense of planning is I jot down the idea for a scene in one sentence, or jumbled words many months before I wrote this and then somehow it all comes to fruition when NaNo arrives.

The novel that I'm going to start posting next is super long. I'm serious. I think it's like, double the number of chapters Writers vs. Ritters has. It's a war story - I know another one. But this was from my first year participating in NaNoWriMo. In a lot of ways, it's far more serious than I ever intended a WriMo to be. Honestly I rarely plan these things and this one just came about out of boredom, or dumb luck, or something.

So up next you'll be able to read my first ever WriMo, Red Sandstorms.

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 4

Dom was sitting idle at his desk, sketching something down in a composition book. Checking several of his calculations with the computer that sat to his left, he then resumed scribbling numbers and equations down. Just as he was jotting down some last few items before he looked up seeing a red light flash above the door.

            “Ah, right on time,” he said, dropping his mechanical pencil and getting up. He made his way over towards the stairs, and ascended to the floor of the factory. A loud knock at the front door told him that Ane had arrived with her partner in crime. Waiting several moments, Dom strode to the side door in the alley he told them to head to. Listening for their footsteps to reach the door, he finally pulled open the door the instant he heard them stop.

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 3

           Gatherings were always quite a lame endeavor. People stood around and watched as the officials went by; announcements were made and then people dispersed to their daily lives. That was virtually every day. With all the trivial work they were being forced to do in order to show their support for the government, Dom was getting incredibly sick of wasting his time.

            Shifting his backpack, he stood with the rest of the crowd, watching the leaders pass and wave. Mephanie Styer was currently standing on one of the floats while her cronies, Crispy Panini and Haurell L. Kamilton followed in another float. Keeping his poker face on, he slid his backpack to the ground. Kneeling to tie his shoe, Dom used the cover of the crowd to unload his bag. Setting out a remote control car he started to drive it through the crowd and onto the streets. Pressing a button on the control box, he watched as the weapon popped out the top and aimed itself at the tire. Currently the crowd was too focused on the parade to realize what was happening on the ground.

Welcome!

So for those of you that read my other blogs, I know, it is utterly ridiculous that I've taken on another project. Most especially because it's in the early days of NaNoWriMo.

But after talking to a few coworkers, who were interested in reading the things I've written the last four years, I decided to relent and give them what they want.

This blog is entirely dedicated to my past NaNoWriMos and the chapters within those novels.

Read, comment, laugh and I hope you enjoy the craziness that November brings.