Fifty Thousand, and Then A Few

Cecil finds himself back on Earth.  His thoughts are quiet, a feeling that has alluded him since he awoke from his operation.  The feeling doesn’t rest easy with him.  Seeking some sort of respite, he goes in search of more information regarding the Mars Development Project.  What he stumbles upon may cause unrest among the population still upon the planet millions of miles away.

-Original Description given on my Nanowrimo page somewhere around the end of October.

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It was a long month of writing almost every single morning and night, but I finished my book.  Fifty thousand words, the goal of Nanowrimo.

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I started with the foundation of my previous story, Mother of Mars; which has been begging me for a sequel since I figuratively put down my pen months ago.  Having a selection of characters, struggles, places, and motifs that I could follow up on was excellent, but for the most part, I had little more than a rough overarching view of where I wanted the story to go.

Somehow, I managed to keep up my writing the whole month, spitting out a new passage every time I sat down to write.

At ten thousand words, about a week in, I barely had time to look back.  The ideas were starting to flow out, and the story was starting to come forth.

At twenty thousand words, not even a full two weeks in, I looked back at my Camp Nanowrimo project that hit this point.  I wondered how I even struggled with such a thing.

At thirty thousand words, my story hit a major turning point where I made the decision to split it into two parts.  The second act was set up and ready to run.

At forty thousand words, I had a ton of steam left, and a story climax was starting to build. I had a faint idea of how the ending would go, and I was barreling towards it ahead of schedule.

By fifty thousand words, I had found an ending that seemed to close everything up nicely, including some dangling threads from the first novel.  My characters said what they needed to say, and I put a “The End” stamp on it, just a few words over the finish line.

There is of course major work needing to be done on it.  A few passages here and there to better expose everything that happens, lots of internal fact checking for continuity, and even more editing, spell checking, and removing of unnecessary junk.  However, after returning to and advancing this universe that I’ve created, I feel like I know much more about it.  My first novel, Mother of Mars, still has yet to meet my standards of completion. However, now I feel like I know how to go back and complete it.

Tomorrow morning I’m heading off for a couple days to visit another city here in France.  The break from nonstop writing will allow me to refresh my mind and prepare myself for the next steps.  I will most definitely return with a vlog or two, and be ready to work on more stuff, “Hell to Pay,’ for example.

Stay tuned, and thanks for reading.

Randall

“Well, hello nurse.” He sat back in the chair, coated in thick transparent plastic, squeaking all the way back.

“How many times am I going to tell you, I’m not a nurse, I’m a geriatric aid. Although I do have my degree in nursing…” She handed him a cup.

“I just wanted to convey; in my own way; just how stunning you are, Marguerite. Not many find women like you anymore; no no.” He threw the contents back into his mouth like a serving of liquor at a discount bar.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Randall.” She smirked at him, pushing a car filled with little cups full of pills that could properly fill out the rainbow.

“Let me guess, ‘Nowhere’ is your last name, am I right hun?” He leaned forwards again, looking her nylon-covered legs up and down. Her pale orange uniform hugged her thighs and cut off just before the knee.

As she continued around the room, he fixated his gaze on her. Her dainty flats lead her around the room like a ballerina who had been practicing for a performance coming up, and couldn’t get the routine out of her head. The others sitting around the room took varied reactions to her presence. Randal’s eyes followed her as the cart slowly emptied, leading her out of the room.Continue reading “Randall”

Thanksgiving Across the Pond

This video is late. French people tend to eat late, like about 8 o’clock at night. Thanksgiving in the states however starts freakishly early; like putting in the turkey before noon early. It’s insane. So I would assume that; accounting for the time difference; we ate here about the same time as the east coast. Who knows. I didn’t have any friends there to call.

That, and sleeping off food coma, is why this video is late. Enjoy anyways.

The Red Planet

Excerpt from “Above A Whisper” (Nanowrimo 2016)

Wandering out through the automatic door once again, Cecil looked out again at the darkness beyond the glass. The tiny dots of light gave it a distinguishable form, which seemed to linger outside. Cecil watched as the planet crept into view, larger than ever before.

The red surface was haunting and desolate. Unlike Earth, there were no shapes that conjured up thoughts or memories. No continents divided by oceans, each holding their own particular type of macroorganism. No lights pinpointing areas where life exist. No green and no blue, each bursting with life, thriving.

“It’s not very pretty, is it?” Cecil jumped as Nikomedes snuck up behind him.
“No, I guess not.” Cecil mumbled halfheartedly.Continue reading “The Red Planet”