NaNoWriMo

to those that finished. I've done it twice, last year and this year, but I've never even come close to 50k.

I put the laughter in manslaughter.

Hey folks.  Late to the part here, but I was assuming that there were several writers here.  I did nano this year as well and came in at 50019.  Nowhere near finished, but at least I hit the 50k mark.  I'm probably going to come in around 85k or so on this one before the draft is done.  I'm actually working on something else right now and took the month off of my current project to get an idea that's been kicking around in my head for a few years on paper.  Now my nano will sit in a virtual drawer for a few months until I finish the current et project.

Any of you guys have work up on booksie.com or screenwritersutopia?  They are great sites to get some peer feedback.  I love to read other folks work and give feedback if you're interested in a reading and some detailed notes.  Let me know if you're interested.

cheers,

brianca.. 

Just finished.  I was surprised at how some of the tangential plot threads pulled at the very end, and others that I planned on finishing off left themselves hanging out there a bit.  characters wanting to come back for a sequel maybe?

I'll start on the first edit soon.  Thanks for your support Everybody!  Both JT and I really appreciate it! 

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i dont get it...whats the whole contest about? 

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I will join you guys next year. This time around, I had too much else going on, and I blew it.

I will continue to work on my book, but no freakin' way is i gonna get up there with you guys. Congratulations to all of you, And I hope to write with you next year. 

I'll probably have another 2,000 - 3,000 words left to reach the end, and editing, but I've done it!

2008 - Compensating Controls W   <-- the W means winner!

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From when the main characters are sneaking through the hospital to get to the morgue and examine the body of a recently murdered man:

    Leon walked up to the thick steel door to the morgue, followed still by his fake family. He pulled it open and almost instantly a foul smell came at them; the scent of rotting flesh. Leon shuddered and stepped into the cold, poorly lit room. The room seemed to be composed of only three metal tables in the center of the room, while the left wall held embalming chemicals and the sort, and the right wall was just those body drawers you always see in movies.
    In the center of the room, standing over the middle table with a clean scalpel in his hand, was the mortician, wearing a giant flashlight strapped to his head and a long, flowing doctor’s robe. “Can I help you youngsters with something?” The doctor said in a surprisingly cheery voice as he looked up and saw them; he was obviously someone who enjoyed their job a great deal.
    “We’re here to give a positive I. D. about our father, Armistice Flaürgut.” Leon said, and started holding his breath.
    “Oh, are you his family?” The doctor asked. Leon nodded. “Then he’s just under that cover over there.” The doctor pointed to the third and furthest away table. Leon and the others walked over and pulled the top of the sheet down, revealing a pale phantom that dwelled in the realm of death.
    Leon let out his breath, slowly and in a shuddery pattern, to give the impression that he was trying to breathe through the sorrow. He inhaled deeply and wiped imaginary tears from his eyes, then turned his head away for a moment, then turned to look back up at the doctor. “I’m sorry… But could you just give us a few minutes to say goodbye? We won’t be in town for the funeral, so…” Leon trailed off, mimicking a sad voice as much as he could. Surprisingly, it worked on the doctor.
    “Okay… I’ll give you five minutes or so, but after that, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to get back to work.” The doctor said with a compassionate smile as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving them alone with a body.
    Leon exhaled slowly and then breathed in deep again. “Okay people, first, Dowell, get over to the door and lean against it, tell us if you hear him talking or hear any footsteps coming. Stipe, get this tarp off and lay it on the ground. Jed, turn his arms over.” Leon demanded, resuming his normal voice yet again.
    They followed their orders and Leon leaned in closer to the body and examined the left arm first, then threw it down frustrated and moved to the right arm. He folded and unfolded it several times, though it was difficult due to the rigor mortis which had started to set in. He rubbed his thumb up and down the inside of the arm and a small smile graced his face for a split second. He reached onto the table and grabbed the scalpel in his right hand and jammed it down on the corpse, into the heart.
    “What the fuck?” Jed exclaimed, Leon simply looked up at him in return.
    Leon pulled on the scalpel, making the hole in both his chest and heart bigger. He leaned in closer, and a simply disgusting smell filled his nose. He stopped breathing. He looked into the heart and saw exactly what he wanted to see. He smiled and chuckled slightly, but the foul scent infiltrated his senses again and he turned his head, coughing. He dropped the scalpel on the table and looked to Greg. “Get the tarp on, now.” He said, and Greg did so. Leon looked over to Malcolm and motioned for him to come over.
    Just as Malcolm came over and stood next to him, the door opened again and the doctor walked through. “You all righty now, then?” He asked. Leon simply turned to him and nodded, then turned towards the door and started walking, not stopping until he walked out of the hospital and into the limousine, not saying a word the whole time.

Only racked up about 700 words over lunch...  I didn't have my hip flask with me, so I'll blame it on that!

That's alright though...  I'll get back on that hobby horse... or whatever it is...

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And I killed Scott Sigler too...  Really nasty! 

I'll show you mine if you show me yours!  3000+ today...  I'm sure it'll slow down though, I want you to feel good about yourself so I'll let you get ahead of me....  for a bit..  then I'll rub your nose in it!

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