National Novel Writing Month Madness...
1 December 2007
Part I: Afterlife Management Incorporated
Chapter 1: Impaled Fairies.
Chapter 2: The Meaning of Life.
Chapter 3: Cockroaches & Their Pools.
Chapter 4: Blood.
Chapter 5: All Wise and That.
Part II: 88 Jackson Drive
Chapter 6: Bluegrass Rap.
Chapter 7: No Curry Production Allowed.
This is my dumping ground for the 2007 National Novel Writing Month. We are now halfway through the month and my word count is abysmal. Oh well, I'll keep on chugging away at it - there's nothing else to do really. I didn't get off to the best of starts - I started off with a story about an onion juggler trying to find his way home and then started over with a story about a postal service spaceship and have now finally settled on this story which is titled UNTITLED. You can see my progress report here. NEW: If you're finding yourself confused by the large amount of characters (like me), then check out the character list.
Last year's attempt Cable is still available for viewing. I do hope to finish this epic tale of vampires and lentils one day... Some random bits from it...
She reached into her purse and pulled out her newly purchased gun and handed it over to him.
"There's a woman that lives in apartment G. She goes by the name of Frank. She annoys me, I want you to go in and kill her."
"What? No!"
"OK, just wound her or something, shoot her in the kneecaps. That'll be dandy."
"You can't be serious."
"I am. Jimmy, you just said you'll do anything for me right?"
"Under reason!"
"Fuck you. You're such a lying dick. You can't go around saying things unless you're willing to back them up."
"I'm not going to shoot anyone."
"I'll break up with you."
"What?"
"Shoot the bitch or I'll break up with you. And take it from me Jimmy, no other girls will do what I do for you - it's just too kinky."
It's not all lollipops, sunshine, puppy dogs and Britney Spears. No. It's dark, depressing, death and Christina Aguilera. So, the most popular bands amongst the vampire types tend to be kind of depressing. Almost Emo. But not quite, because those guys are pussies.
"But you're killing the planet Mr. Ralph. Why would you do that?"
"Hey, as a monkey I'm responsible for a minuscule amount of damage to the earth compared to you humans."
"You piece of shit. You speciesist. You can't not do your part because you're a monkey!"
A strict morning routine is normally found with cops. Not Amber. Routine to her was like the combination of chocolate and milk. Odd.
Posted byBren at 7:29 pm
