November Novel - days i/ii
Sunday, November 02, 2008 (04:39:33)

Posted by horatio

As some of you may know, November is National Novel Writing Month. Here's the basic idea from Nano:

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National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.

Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.

Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that's a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.

So here's my lame starting attempt to play along this year...

i.
The thronging masses squirmed along 6th avenue like a centipede at a dance competition, bodies pulsing and gyrating to the rhythm of the street. Everywhere one looked there were people dressed in the most outrageous costumes imaginable. But then again, they weren't perhaps all that outrageous, considering the state of thing. But no matter your perspective, one was likely to find something visually interesting amidst the assembled horde.

It was fall in New York, halloween to be precise, and the evening was cool yet pleasant out. Everywhere one could hear the sound of people in full revelrie, wandering the streets in search of some as of yet unknown adventure which was, nonetheless, pulling them forward towards their destiny.

The several preceding days were cool, not really unusual for the end of October in this part of the country, but today had been warmer than expected. With such nice weather, and not a hint of rain in the air, it seemed like the entire city had come out to play.

The group of young people I was wandering the streets with were looking for trouble of some kind or another, nothing necessarily illegal or life threatening, but nonetheless adventurous. The parade of costumes seemed like as good a place as any to start, and it was to this destination that we were irresistibly drawn.

Our meter was measured yet dispersed, as is any group of fifteen or so odd people trying to navigate their way through New York this time of year...

ii.
to be continued...

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