Final NaNoWriMo Excerpt

My official word count? 50 189 / 50 000!!!

I’m not done yet. There’s such a huge and amazing story here, I have to finish it. I don’t know if I’ll post any more, but this has been a great experience for me. This is my first time winning the NaNoWriMo challenge, let alone sitting down and remaining dedicated to one piece of writing for so long. I love it!

Here’s some last little snippets from the novel.
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“What was in the crate? I’ve been dying to know,” I really was that curious.
Advancing on Shane and I, Rex placed a hand on the splintered wood, “Just some machinery that the windmills have needed. You already know what else was in there. You’ve been pretty resourceful. I don’t know if I should credit you or your old friend there.”
He was trying flattery. I didn’t respond. He wanted a reaction, and he would twist anything to either feed my pride or make himself look like a saint. I just kept my mouth shut. Focusing on the light, I wanted so badly to run this man through, to let him feel the pain he’d let other, forced others to go through. There were myriads of lifetimes of torment that this man would have to endure for Rex to atone for all the pain he’s caused. In the light, I could see the anger and rage creeping up on me. I sought love. There it was, right with me, it never left. At my core, in my soul, feeding my light. I closed my eyes and just fed it. Shane must of seen the conflict inside of me because he put a hand on my shoulder, I could feel our combine illumination strengthening me. I could also feel his inner turmoil. I shared some of the love burning in me with Shane. I don’t know what Rex saw, but he started laughing.
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Water from the lake splashed up around us and took us under. There wasn’t aquatic life under the water though. We must have been transported to prison because There was a dark landscape. It was littered with short wooden posts that had people chained to them. All of them were naked and bloodied. I wanted to help each one of them. But Joshua was headed somewhere specific so I followed. It hurt to leave people behind in agony though.
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Sure enough, Joshua, stepped forward to meet the enemy armies. The Light inside him drift out and took the form of a man. Pure light standing before us, with an arm on Joshua’s shoulders. The Light looked back at us and winked. He resembled and older version of Joshua. I couldn’t help but shake the sense that I was seeing father and son in their element, doing what they do best. The pair waved the hordes out of excistence, stopped the hunters’ guns from even firing, banshing them as well. All the was left of the dark horde in the square was the Impostor.
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NaNoWriMo Day 24 Excerpt

NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth is a friendly competition to see who can write 50 000 words in 30 days. For the entire month of November I will be writing, attempting to hit the 50 000 mark. For three years I’ve tried, and still have yet to succeed. This year I will post excerpts from my novel as often as I remember, in hopes that it will inspire and motivate me to diligently write. These excerpts will be messy and unpolished. That is point behind NaNoWriMo, to write without any regard of finesse. “Literary Abandon” is the term they use. For info on NaNoWriMo, visit www.nanowrimo.org.

The tile of my novel is “The Watch.” Here is a glimpse at some of my latest work:

NOTE: Less than 10K words to go! This story will go on long after the 50K though. Maybe I’ll keep posting as I go…

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“Sorry you have Lisa here mistaken for someone else. But I’m sure there’s reason for confusion. Lisa is definitely one who would help anyone out who was down and out. She’s a model human being and an excellent employee! Aren’t you Lisa?” He winked at her and I watched as a black snaky shadow slithered around Lisa’s heart and transform into another clamp, this one more heafty and heavier looking than the last. I couldn’t believe it. Despair and rage both started screaming inside me. I don’t know if this man knew who we were, of if he could see us in the light, but his words were as greasy as the ship we were standing on. He had just effortlessly chained Lisa down and sent her off with her escort. Just like that, a life was robbed, this drew out my rage. The despair couldn’t believe that Lisa had been freed and the freedom meant nothing now. The man in the work-hat walked up and offered to shake my hand.
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“So what’s the Sun’s next move?” I asked.
Olivia turned, her sullen expression went lightened as she smiled gently, “He loves the music. There will be a special need for your music. All of you. Let the music continue. Even those who don’t know us yet, let them play. Protect the music and there will movement.”
I couldn’t but feel excited about protecting the music. It was something I felt strongly about. It gave me an excuse to get down to the Klang more often and play. I liked hearing that our music had an impact, that even the Sun paid attention when we played.
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“I watched someone’s life get stolen from them.” I said simply.
Geneva looked startled. I explained what happened on the boat before she assumed to much. After I finished my story, she still looked disturbed.
“Luke, some men came into my shop this morning. It was easy to tell they were sailors and they were completely dirty in what seemed to be grease. They had skinny asian man with them. I asked him if he wanted anything, but the other men answered for him, saying he didn’t need anything. I looked at him for an answer anyway and he just shook his head. I could feel it. He didn’t look sad, but there was so much sadness around him. I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I could see what was bothering her. Not just the asian man’s condition, but the fact that she could feel it. She tried to deny for so long that she could see or sense the light, and then something happens where she feels the shadows instead of the light.

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Day 24 Word Count: 40 202/ 50 000

NaNoWriMo Day 20 Excerpt

NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth is a friendly competition to see who can write 50 000 words in 30 days. For the entire month of November I will be writing, attempting to hit the 50 000 mark. For three years I’ve tried, and still have yet to succeed. This year I will post excerpts from my novel as often as I remember, in hopes that it will inspire and motivate me to diligently write. These excerpts will be messy and unpolished. That is point behind NaNoWriMo, to write without any regard of finesse. “Literary Abandon” is the term they use. For info on NaNoWriMo, visit www.nanowrimo.org.

The tile of my novel is “The Watch.” Here is a glimpse at some of my latest work:

NOTE: Although I haven’t posted in four days, I’ve still been writing. Did some good catch up writing today though. The story is slowly developing. I’m likin’ this!

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Back at the Klang,more people had gathered for the choir rehearsal.
“James! You made it through the workplace safety course,” I exclaimed to a curly haired gentlemen with glasses. He was much taller than me and it always felt like I was looking up at him.
“Of course I did. It was dry and rough, but I persevered,” James clenched his fist near his heart in dramatic fashion.
I smiled and we continued to talk about some of our experiences that week. Then James asked what I had been doing that would have kept me from the other two rehearsals that were planned that week.
“I’ve been busy with the watch. There’s a lot going and it’s getting more intense everyday. I just haven’t had time to think about too much else,” I explained.
James didn’t really think much of the watch, “Oh gottcha. So you rag-tag group of vigilantes save the town again?” he said mockingly.
I ignored the jab and raised mischevious eye brows, “What would you do without us, James?”
Before he had time to get into exactly why he thought the watch was silly, superficial and essentially not legitimate, I left and went into the rehearsal room.
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Allie took the mallets to the xylophone and began to play out a simple melody, three notes, then five, in an alternating pattern. Allie was a piano teacher at the school as well, so she had the knowlegde and skill to step into improvisation. I played my beat and was captivated by the ensemble. No one was reading music, but there was notion in the light an impression that started inside and came out through my hands. The entire sound was consuming and it soon went from a concentrated effort on my part, to a outflow of the music that was traveling on the light through me.
Like when I played for Olivia in the acoustic, the light began to take shape. This time, the were definitive waves and patterns that flew out from the music. There were birds of some sort, flying creatures that danced about in the air along with the music. This music was much more aggressive in nature than what I had played for Olivia the day before, and you could see it in the way the light took form around us. Hedda was now singing, along with the music. A spontaneous chorus that didn’t over take any of the instruments bug fit right in with all of the sounds. Yet it was still distinct.

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Day 20 Word Count: 34 219/ 50 000