NaNoWriMeh

[janetlin]

Blerg. No calendar or graph widget tonight because the bright red boxes are real downers. I am past the midway point of 25k but still way short of the 30k that was tonight's goal. This cold/allergy/sinus whatever has been kicking my ass and Monday and Tuesday I wrote absolutely nothing. Tonight I only did ~1500 but that feels like a _lot_ in comparison. I now need to do 2000+ every day in order to make it (that's only a little "plus," though). My characters have pretty much stopped talking to me and the plot has come to a screeching halt and I feel like we all (me and them) are standing around looking at each other like, "Dude, who was supposed to bring the plot?" "Not me, I thought she was in charge of the plot." "Me?! I haven't been in charge for two and a half weeks now, you hijackers! Now do something interesting!" "Um, like what?"

*facepalm*

So, y'know, that's ... coming along.

Comments

[xpolmex.livejournal.com]

I have absolutely no idea what your plot is, but random murders are always fun?

[janetlin.livejournal.com]

lol Maybe in a generation or two when I have extra characters to throw around. Right now there are only twelve of them trying to "colonize" this planet.

One of them does eventually die, but that's after she has three babies so she's done her part for the future of the human race ;)

Hm, suppose I could write that death scene, though...

[allova.livejournal.com]

Have no idea what your plot is, or genre, or time period, but:

* The distress call came when they were least prepared for an emergency, and if the details were correct, there was not a moment to lose...

* The doorway had appeared in the middle of a long patch of corridor where there had only been blank wall. They peered into its dark depths curiously but hesitant to put any body parts through its archway. "Any idea where it goes?" he asked in a hushed tone.

* The newspaper was mercifully vague on the details of the death. She tried to quell the feeling of horror that hit her, and the grief that a newspaper article was how she learned of it. She knew who it was, of course, it could only be one person, and she knew she could not go to the police.

* The tree had come from nowhere and as they sat quietly taking stock after the accident in the middle of the night in the deserted road, he spoke first. "Everyone okay?" he asked in a harsh whisper. The silence went on just long enough to scare him.

* When she awoke, she was somewhere different and her restraints left her with little room to move. As her eyes adjusted to the bleak lighting, she looked around, trying to figure out where she was. It might just give her a clue as to WHO had kidnapped. And then maybe there would be a WHY.

[janetlin.livejournal.com]

Hm, that second one could make for a good dream sequence...