NaNoWriMo 2011 - Day 4
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Make everybody fall out of the plane first, and then explain
who they were and why they were in the plane to begin with.
— Nancy Ann Dibble

So the story is begun and Big Things have happened… you’ve hooked your reader with an engaging problem (as an example, falling out of a plane covers this nicely) and now’s the time to share a little more with your reader. Keep in mind the Big Questions while you write on: Who and Why - what, when and where should already have come up in your opening, right? If not, then these too need attention ;-)
Today’s word count is 6,668! If you haven’t yet started Nano Writer, come join the fun! It’s certainly not too late to catch up and all you need is a character with a problem and let mayhem ensue as he or she tries desperately to fix it… or woo it... or beat it...
Questions? Comments? Parachutes? It’s all good, Nano Writer - so keep writing!
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Date: 2011-11-04 06:49 am (UTC)*grins* I know one person who made it to 50k after starting on the fifth day last year, so it's definitely do-able!
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Date: 2011-11-04 01:58 pm (UTC)A bit to share:
With materials in hand Corrie knit until the piece was finished. Once again she produced a tight, tense weave that was practically unreadable. "It's just a mess," she said passing the finished arras to Moriama. If anyone could read it, it would be her.
Moriama puzzled over the arras while Corrie tried again. Her young protege was quite skilled, almost a rival on par with Magdaline's ability. "This might be an accurate picture," she commented idly. If every arras was turning out the same way it was possible that Corrie was channeling some universal vibe of bad news.
She found one thread tight at the center, buried among the others. At first glance the tension seemed to radiate from this thread, but upon closer inspection the very opposite was true. Every other thread was curled in upon itself and threatening to rip the whole arras to shreds. It was the singular, thick, purple thread in the center that seemed poised to hold it altogether.
Moriama set the arras down and watched as Corrie began to knit another, as if to prove her point. She watched as raw threads grew warm, the base and lifeless shade of dull yellow turned various colors, looped around each other as her fingers guided instinctively. They connected without knots, held together by magic, pressed flat by Corrie's will.
The more she added however, the more complex the picture; she found her ability to press the arras into a flat surface yielded to the pressure at the edges of the knitting. It started to curl in on itself despite her best efforts.
What Moriama picked up from watching this process was that Corrie's anchor thread and the ones immediately surrounding her were not the problem that was seizing up every arras she knit. The problem occurred on the edges, threads further off, places and people outside of the Exile Islands.
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Date: 2011-11-04 09:19 pm (UTC)I'm finding that I really love the second half of this story, and am exceedingly bored by the first half. I think that means that I should cut the first half and go on without that story arc. The more I think about it, the easier that solution seems...
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Date: 2011-11-04 11:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-11-05 02:27 am (UTC)People in my region are doing far too well, I'll have to charge ahead tomorrow to catch them up. :)
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