2010 NaNoWriMo.
Sept 7, 2010 22:19:18 GMT -5
Post by WT on Sept 7, 2010 22:19:18 GMT -5
Sky already knows that I'm loving his idea. =3 (The first one, that is... not so sure about the others yet...)
Kayla, I'll be fighting homework the whole way, too. Studentcrackpots NaNo writers, unite! xD And I love having sympathetic antagonists, so that sounds great.
CC, historical fiction makes me a happy duck.
Phunke. Phunke? I love you and I want to read that someday. @_@ Please, please write it.
Wicked, don't worry too much about the 50k. The point isn't necessarily to write a lot- it's just to write. I only got to 20125 my first year, and one year my dad only hit 5k, but both of us had a blast even though we didn't hit the mark. ^^
Thumbelina? Ella, you're amazing. I adore the Thumbelina story.
Sounds fantastic, Luru. ^^ I admire you for having a plot that's fleshed out that well.
NaNoWriMo is the meaning of my life in November. It helps that the Austin communitygives you so many cookies that is so involved and supportive that it’s effortless to get caught up in the community and really want to keep going. This will be my third year; the first was a war-themed fantasy that hit 20125, the second was a post-apocalyptic... er, book that hit 53k during November. (It later got to 65000, but I lost 15k due to a technology malfunction. It was already full of holes and bad characterization anyway, so I’ve given up on it... for now, at least. I’m so proud of the complex character relations web that I may go back to it someday, but it’ll need major revamps...)
My problem with this year is that I have a main character, and a summary blurb, but no actual plot. No events, no real arc, no anything except a general idea. xD However, this isn’t really a problem per se, because last year I had no plot at all until I started writing and it only began to solidify into something manageable after several days (for a time, I was just writing random scenes). Besides, the adoptables threads are my friends. <3333 Adopt-a-plot, anyone?
Anyway, I mentioned my character and the blurb, so maybe I should provide, hmm?
Kayla, I'll be fighting homework the whole way, too. Student
CC, historical fiction makes me a happy duck.
Phunke. Phunke? I love you and I want to read that someday. @_@ Please, please write it.
Wicked, don't worry too much about the 50k. The point isn't necessarily to write a lot- it's just to write. I only got to 20125 my first year, and one year my dad only hit 5k, but both of us had a blast even though we didn't hit the mark. ^^
Thumbelina? Ella, you're amazing. I adore the Thumbelina story.
Sounds fantastic, Luru. ^^ I admire you for having a plot that's fleshed out that well.
NaNoWriMo is the meaning of my life in November. It helps that the Austin community
My problem with this year is that I have a main character, and a summary blurb, but no actual plot. No events, no real arc, no anything except a general idea. xD However, this isn’t really a problem per se, because last year I had no plot at all until I started writing and it only began to solidify into something manageable after several days (for a time, I was just writing random scenes). Besides, the adoptables threads are my friends. <3333 Adopt-a-plot, anyone?
Anyway, I mentioned my character and the blurb, so maybe I should provide, hmm?
Imagine that you grow up knowing that you only have so much life. Just for a moment, allow yourself to know that there is a certain point in time past which you can only continue to live by stealing life from someone else- and you don’t get to pick who, either. It could be a stranger, a friend, a starving child in rural India, your own mother. Maybe all of them.
It’s not just life, either. Quickly approaching is the moment you’ll use up the last of every quota- if you haven’t already. From then out, every soda you drink is one another person can’t have. Every child you bear is a miscarriage elsewhere in the world. Every word you speak makes someone forget what they were about to say, and every time you hear someone tell you they love you is a moment of heartbreak for someone else. Maybe many someone elses.
You got all that?
Good. Now tell me what the hell I do about it.
Ophelia Arcadia (Saeb? Jamison? Mason?) is a sixteen-year-old girl. Her birthday is November eleventh. Her looks are currently undefined (I know they involve mousy brown hair, light brown/hazel eyes, and pale skin, but that's it). She’s altruistic and generally a nice person, but unfortunately can be a little... overenthusiastic about such things, and can come across as having a bit of a holier-than-thou attitude, especially since she sometimes contradicts her own ethics by being kind of selfish. Unless a concern is immediate, however, she doesn’t think about it (hypothetical scenarios, distant issues, and preventative measures are all easier said than done to her), so she can come across as shallow. She’s not really shallow, though, just... transparent. She’s exceedingly open- so easy to see through that it seems as though there’s nothing to see. She doesn’t hide anything, not her attraction to girls or her adoration of the Welsh language or the fights her parents get into, not her sometimes-volatile moods or general contentedness with life.
She's only ever had one secret: the quotas. Everyone is born with a set amount of everything. Heartbeats, breaths, toothpicks to use- above all, the amount of life they have. It takes effort, but Ophelia can sense them- not exactly, but well enough to tell whether someone has a lot of water left to drink or not very much at all.
Her own, however, she can figure out exactly. So exactly that she's managed to figure out that they're all leading up to one point: the moment of her death. Well, her supposed death. She's seen people survive the end of their life quota, but the only way to do it is to steal life from the pool that everyone takes from- that is, to limit how much someone can live. That pool isn't limitless; she's seen it in her dreams, has seen what becomes of people living too long. There will be consequences one day, drastic consequences, if too many people break the rules...
No one else can help, though. The few people she tried to beg advice from heard about three words and sent her to a counseling center. Now every day, the people around her try to tell her that this thing- this theory, this belief, this truth that she built her life around- is a lie. She doesn't believe it, she knows she's not crazy, but they all say she is. None of them understand that she's just trying to save someone, maybe everyone-!
Time is running out. She has only so many days to live life to its fullest- at least, to do so without compromising her beliefs. Because above all, the ultimate question looms: will she leech off of others’ lives to preserve her own, or will she kill herself for a belief that everyone tells her is a fantasy?