atma: ([MSP] Marika - Chivalry ain't dead)
So I finished my fourth NaNoWriMo book draft last night. This makes four out of four times I've attempted NNWM and won. The first was to prove to myself I could be a writer, the second was to help me write dialogue, the third was massively worldbuildy and showed me I could do first-person, and now I sit here on the fourth. Each time I do this, my writing permanently goes up in quality and skill, even if the drafts aren't really publishable book material in these forms now, they show my thought process and where I get my ideas from and lots of data and characterization I can pull form. You can read any of them here.

This year's was done in 19 days (with a few days of break here and there) making an average of 2658.5 words per update. Every year it gets easier and faster.

This one though feels the most pivotal out of all of them.

Read more )
atma: ([OK] Ammy - The Shinto-est)
The painter had but the grace of the stars and moon creeping in her paper doors, open to let a breeze in that balmy night. Her left hand sit tucked in her robe top, lazily slung as her right hand gripped a thick brush in it, pushing flowing, thick strokes onto her canvas. Sticky sweat rolled down her as she exhaled hard. Now and again her right palm would curl around the brush, pushing up against an eyepatch on her left eye, adjusting it as she scowled.

A second woman set near her, wearing nothing, laying on a small mattress they shared. She slowly and quietly tended to the painter's weapons, cast aside after the day's training and sopped in sweat. The only sounds made were that of the insects flickering outside, a silence weighing on them both for the longest time.

"Bah!" cried out the painter, in the direction of her companion. The girl remained silent, tending to the painter's gear and listening.

"Bah, no matter how much I paint, I cannot make it was graceful as the lands I see in my dreams. It is fragile, imperfect, it is gross and it angers me I cannot do my visions the justice they deserve!" said the painter, exhaustion and annoyance coating her words like her black ink coated her canvas.

"It taunts me, knowing I could do better, but am limited by how gnarled my hands have become. Perhaps I've been at war too long, but nothing is beautiful. Everything is ugly." Her brush fell out of her hand as she sat down, peering up at her work.

Mountains and trees and rivers covered it, sharp in their lines. A sun peered over them, coating them happily.

"I'm ugly. You're ugly." the painter sighed. "But...Perhaps it's in that we earn our beauty and worth." Her gaze turned towards the moon that hung above them. "I wonder if that's how all the other painters and writers feel."

She stood up, moving to place her lips on her companion's forehead, gentle as could be, her weak hand slipping out of her robe to pet the woman's face, smiling as their eyes met.

"No. I wonder if this is how the gods feel, looking down at us, wondering if they could have done better." whispered the painter, curling her fingers around her companion's hair and slowly making her way back to her canvas, looking at it for another long break of quiet.

The moon gave way to the sun once more, and the sky began to glow on them and warm them. The painter sighed, rubbing her eye again, getting in bed next to her companion after urging her to set the weapons away for the day. They nuzzled and nestled in, the companion held close to the painter's chest and rocked to sleep.

"Sympathy for the gods. Tch." the painter laughed as she said these words up towards the heavens, closing her eyes and sleeping sweet under the summer sunlight.
atma: ([QB] Who the elf do you think I am?)
Part 1 of the finale
Part 2 of the finale

It's done. 50341 words later, I'm done with my third book. The Undeniable Clawmark of Basira Nejem, Ultra Genius.

It's a first person journal account of an elven gunner/engineer who invents non-magic powered flight told in a self-aggrandizing style. It's an exercise in first person narrative and narcissism. Basira is certifiably batshit.

Again, I'd no idea what would happen in this story, beyond "Elf gunner chick invents planes, saves day" and made it all up as I went along. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. I feel I do my best work when making it up as I go. I know this method isn't for everyone, but it's what I feel works for me.

The book takes place in the same world as my past two projects, which should be rehosted elsewhere soon. Prior knowledge of these two books is not needed for this one. I'm going to work on compiling notes from all this and making a lot of worldbuilding notes these coming months before revising and publishing. Obviously, a lot of what is in these now are filler and placeholders, but they can be easily changed.

You can read the bite sized parts of this using this tag

Of, if you're so inclined to, an RTF version of the whole story is here to read.

There is some copyright data.

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

This work is categorized as beerware. If you like it, buy the author a drink, or have one in her honor.

This work is categorized as donationware. If you like it, you can donate whatever you like to the author. You can contact her at maid.mistress@gmail.com


The average wordcount was 2289 for LibreOffice count and 2288 for Official count spread across 22 days. 5 were taken off for personal/health reasons.

Each one of these projects, I improve by leaps and bounds and am always proud of myself for doing this, despite any woes or hardships.

I need a drink.
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Nice top-view)
Words In This Update - 1144 / 1134
Final Wordcount - 50351 by LibreOffice / 50341 by Official NNWM Wordcounter

...should probably be left to rot and forgotten as they're probably smellier than you'd think )
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Objection!)
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Total Words So Far - 49207

All good things... )
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Defending)
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guess I should start wrapping this up )
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Above the rest)
Words In This Update - 2597
Total Words So Far - 43006

Oh no how will she get out of this one )
atma: (Default)
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let's getting ready to climax )
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Pose like a team)
Words In This Update - 2548
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it appears to be lampshade hang oclock )
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Cry out)
Words In This Update - 3074
Total Words So Far - 28580

ayem da depressingest )
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Eyes open blush)
Words In This Update - 2256
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Ahead of the pack )
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Wasn't expecting to see that one )
atma: ([QB] Alleyne - Pose like a team)
Words In This Update - 2088
Total Words So Far - 21126

I'm so tired )

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