NaNoWriMo Update I

As 2pm Wednesday the 5th of November, 2008. I have 12 241 words. I’ve been writing a lot more then I thought I’d be able too. I seem to be averaging 2000 to 2500 words a day. I hope I can keep it up.

I’m working with “Viridian Skies” as a title. What do you think?

There are Five main Characters so far, and two villains of sorts. It seems I’ve missed the boat completely with the Absurd goofiness that I wanted to put into the novel. It’s closer to gritty and dramatic.

My chapters have been short around 2000 words. I think this still works so far. They might need to be extended or just grown over the rest of the book. I’m not sure yet. I’m really letting this flow naturally. I’m trying not to over think it. I have Ideas of how it’ll end but I’m not sure. I’d like to kill a character but I’m really not sure about that.

The world is developing well; everyone has a power of sorts, either drawing from psionic forces or arcane. Out of the five main characters only one is psionic and the other four are arcane. We have:

Cassandra Davanne: An ex con who’s trying to get herself out of trouble. She’s a hell of a fighter. She’s an fire Elemental. Meaning she can create and control limited magical fire around her body.

Arthur Jackson: He’s an AWOL Knight (Cross between cop and soldier.) who’s trying to discover the reason for his wife’s death. He’s a Jumper (I need a better name for it.) He can teleport short distances and has perfect night vision.

Paige: A cute little girl living on her own. She’s a Psionic and very powerful.

Roland Lavallée: A young retired Knight and very socially awkward. He’s a healer.

Richard Washburn: An old retired Knight who was too honest for the force. He’s Flyer.

As far as the story goes here’s a little taste with the chapter tittles.

Chapter One – In which we meet Cassandra Davanne and wonder why she’s so angry.
Chapter Two – In which we find Arthur Jackson wallowing in the past
Chapter Three – In which we meet Paige and her interesting logic.
Chapter Four – In which we learn about Roland Lavallée and his short career as a knight.
Chapter Five – In which we discover that Love is a beautiful thing and assassination is not.

I’d love to hear comments of suggestions
Thank you!

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NaNoWriMo Part VI

Just under twelve hours before NaNoWriMo starts and closer to twenty four before I do, and I’m really getting nervous. I’ve been reading others blogs and other websites. It feels like everyone’s written an outline and planed their story. I have nothing ready except for Genre and Mood. I guess that’s something but reading that some people have their plot points set out worries me.

I’m getting a lot of support from friends and family and that helps settle me down. However every time I think about it my heart starts thumping and I get a little giddy.

My biggest problem is going to be not editing myself. I’ll often write a paragraph and then re-read it, over and over again, fixing little issues. I usually miss the homonyms, cursed things! If I can write straight I think I can average 1000 words an hour. That means an average of 2 hours writing daily. Gah! What have I gotten myself into?

Alright let’s see what I have decided so far with everyone’s help.

Genre: Modern Fantasy, with elements of Sci-fi and Detective/Filmnoir
Mood: A strange balance between Gritty and Absurd.

The first chapter will definitely introduce us to the characters, probably in the style of a Disaster story, jumping back and forth between characters and media.

I’m thinking of maybe writing journal entries that will introduce us to the world but not have anything to do with the main characters. Sort of a mini Auto-biography spread out through the book.

Other then that I have nothing; hopefully when I look over the polls, inspiration will hit harder then a crazed duck who thinks I’m a loaf of bread.

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NaNoWriMo V

Wednesday polls are still open and I’m leaning to a world that everyday magic randomly starts again but we’ll see what happens.

Today will have five polls three about the Heroes and two about villains. This will help me get a clearer Idea of the characters. I will not look at these results till Saturday when I start to write.

As I’ve mentioned, I will blog from time to time, min once a week, with updates on how I’m doing. If I get stuck I’ll put up another poll asking what you think should happen.

On with the polls:

*Many of these will only let you vote for one thing, I want it that way.*

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Thanks again!

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NaNoWriMo IV

It seems I’ve contradicted myself already and I haven’t even started the darn story. I said in my first NaNoWriMo post that I would put a character related poll Friday, yet yesterday I said I would put it up today. I know just how to fix this, two sets of polls. Today Character styles, sexes, and motivations; tomorrow Villains and Heroes. Rejoice at the Poll-y goodness.

Humm It seems that PollDaddy and WordPress are having a minor software issue. Looks like there will be a bunch of polls tomorrow if it works.

As for today, I’d like Names, the stranger and more steeped with meaning the better. I want character names, villain names, pet names, place names etc.

Thanks again for all your help.

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NaNoWriMo Part III

In the Genre category we have 31 votes as of Wednesday the 29th at 10:50am. In first place is Modern Fantasy with 9 votes; second place is High Fantasy with 4 votes; and third is a three was tie between Modern Sci-fi, Detective/Film Noir, and Autobiography of a fictional character.

Seeing as many people want some fantasy, this poll will deal with the elements you want to see in it. Most of these will appear but the winner of the poll will be the most prominent.

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In the Mood category we have 31 votes as of Wednesday the 29th at 10:50am. In first place is Humour Satire with 8 votes; in a close second is Humour Goofy Absurd with 6 votes; and third is Gritty with 4 votes.

Satire pulled up front pretty early in the game, I’m not sure if it’s going to be easy and in this case I think I’ll deviate from the poll results and go with more of a cross between Gritty and absurd.

This helped me make up my mind as to what feel this will have and now I want to ask about your opinion on the Setting.

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Tune in tomorrow for Characters.
Thank you for your comments and votes.

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NaNoWriMo Part III

In the Genre category we have 31 votes as of Wednesday the 29th at 10:50am. In first place is Modern Fantasy with 9 votes; second place is High Fantasy with 4 votes; and third is a three was tie between Modern Sci-fi, Detective/Film Noir, and Autobiography of a fictional character.

Seeing as many people want some fantasy, this poll will deal with the elements you want to see in it. Most of these will appear but the winner of the poll will be the most prominent.

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In the Mood category we have 31 votes as of Wednesday the 29th at 10:50am. In first place is Humour Satire with 8 votes; in a close second is Humour Goofy Absurd with 6 votes; and third is Gritty with 4 votes.

Satire pulled up front pretty early in the game, I’m not sure if it’s going to be easy and in this case I think I’ll deviate from the poll results and go with more of a cross between Gritty and absurd.

This helped me make up my mind as to what feel this will have and now I want to ask about your opinion on the Setting.

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Tune in tomorrow for Characters.
Thank you for your comments and votes.

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NaNoWriMo Part II

I’ve had a lot of people tell me the usual writing axioms. I want to clarify my intentions with these polls. They’re ideas to inspire me. I’m taking a cue from my days in improv where we were given a title, category, style, and time limit. With this limited information we needed to create a story. While writing I get ideas for scenes and think “that would be awesome in my story” and then I add it. Sadly this tends to make stringing the scenes together difficult, that’s why I like to set a theme, mood, characters, and genre. It gives me the guidelines I need to string a bunch of interesting scenes together.

I start at the beginning and as I get Ideas I write them down in point form and cross them out when I finish writing the Idea.

The polls are very useful for inspiration. I used this method a year or so ago to write a script for a webcomic. I now have major story arcs for 3 years worth of strips and detailed scripts for the first 6 months. The major hiccup is my slow speed at learning to draw. The writing was much simpler then I thought even if it was labour intensive.

That’s what I’m hoping to do with these polls.

Thank you and please remember to vote.

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I’m going to be pushing myself and trying to do NaNoWriMo.  It’s a writing challenge to write a novel of 50 000 words in November. I don’t expect to actually finish with a publishable novel but just writing with improve my style and skills.

I created a set of polls, in order to get started I want your help deciding what to write. Not any details just Genre and tone for now. I’ll make more polls on Wednesday for some extra clarifications and some more on Friday for Character names and attitudes. Then on Saturday I’ll start writing. I’ll post the results here either daily or weekly with a word count.

Wish me luck and please comment and vote.

Thank you

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LJ 28-04-2005 “A long walk.”

Previously Posted at my Livejournal.

A long walk.
“Not all who wander are lost.” Tolkien

Sometimes sadness needs to be walked away. I was sad, I and don’t know why. For some reason as I was on the bus towards home today, my brain flickered back on. For the past month, the lights were on but there was no one there. After the events with my father I could only feel anger and I couldn’t let myself think. So I turned off my brain. Smartest thing to do before exams I know. Now for some reason it turned back on tonight.

I had the overwhelming urge to walk, so I got off the bus at Lincoln fields. I walked passed the mall, then the Wendys. That’s when the memories started to come. My mind flashed with the memory of filming the tribute video and the movie night we walked to wendys. I passed the chiropractor and said hello to Murray. He’s a skeleton on the roof. His hat changes with the season. Good guy that Murray. I passed the Mcdonalds and remembered all the times me and neil stopped there after English class. There’s a girl in our class who’s cute but pretty nutty. Not in the normal way but in a scary way.

She reminds me of my first girlfriend Natalie. Poor girl was strange but I thought I loved her. When I realised I didn’t and I started disliking her I broke it off. That was in 10th grade. I didn’t see Nat often after that, not until 12th grade when I found a note in my locker telling me she was planning on jumping off a bridge. I knew she was serious because she had already tried to hang herself. I panicked, having no clue what to do. My guidance counsellor wasn’t there that day and my girlfriend at the time was at coop. I talked to a friend and we called my girlfriends mother who worked with troubled youths. She took care of it.

Passed the McD I decided to turn. I crossed and found a park. I whent towards a cute little rock. I was going to sit on it until I see it was really a fountain. Very pretty. I moved on to another massive rock. This rock had intricate carvings of butterflies all over it. When I get a camera, I’m returning there. I stood in the middle of the park at 11pm and tried to scream. I wanted to let out a gut wrenching scream to show the frustration I had, It came out as a weak yelp.

I continued to walk not knowing where I was going or why, I just walked. The neighbourhood became more residential. I glanced up at a window. It was a girl’s room; she had pictures of guys pasted all over her room. It reminded me of Lynne my cousin. I spent many hours as a kid talking with her in her room, or pushing toy cars across their hall with Denis. I remember a Halloween party she true when we were in 7th grade. I was the only boy allowed to go. I dance with a large plastic pitchfork and hit the girl I had a crush on.

I remember being at the grocery store with my mom in 5th grade. We had class elections and I asked her how to write a good speech. She told me to be honest. I was lost till finally that night I had an idea. I when up and crumpled up my papper. Trew it back and simply said, “I had a whole speech written, but the truth is if I’m class president, I will work for what you want.” I won that election and did exactly what I said. No one need know that I never had a speech prepared.

I kept walking, pausing to smell the smells of the city, touch the trees and objects, all while listening to David Usher’s new album. I then saw the Ikea and decided to cross the 417. I stood on top of the bridge and watched the cars go by. As I walked towards the Ikea, I saw a photograph on the ground. It was a woman holding a kitten in an old kitchen. The picture was faded with rain and sun. It reminded me of Nicole, then the giant corn roast in VG, then Gauthier Lake. I used to swim there every year. I miss the freshwater. Then I thought of fishing. I fished with my mom once and we spent the day getting sunburned and feeding the fish. It was a good thing because my mom wouldn’t have known what to do with the fish. She only touches dead fish that have been cleaned.

That reminded me of a memory that I had forgotten. I don’t remember when but I once went fishing with my dad. I remember waking up at 4 am to leave and being in the car forever. I also remember Hiking for what seemed most of the day. But it was worth it. We fished besides waterfalls of pure blue water. It was pure beauty. I love my dad.

I then saw the chapters and hoped that maybe the Starbucks was open. It wasn’t and I was starting to wonder what I was doing. I went into a shell and bought a drink. Then I headed out again. As I walked down the dark streets of an unknown section of Ottawa, I thought of my years here. I remember the first week I was here. I was so stressed having lived alone for 3 months with no one but the sweet old lady downstairs to talk to. I ran out of my res and went to chapters. I spent 7 hours in there browsing. I remembered the movie nights we had in res, just me, marie-eve, Pierre and steph. I remembered the life I had then and how afraid I was of everyone.

I walked the wealthy neighbourhood and glanced in the windows wondering about their lives. It reminded me of a few weeks ago when I was watching tv and Chris called Jon. A commercial came on and jon started saying something interesting. I turned the sound down and Alex looked at me and told me to put it back up. He told me it was rude. He was right of course. I wonder at my unending curiosity. I spend to much time listening to others lives. I had never realised that maybe it was wrong. I don’t do it hurtfully I just enjoy other peoples lives and trying to understand them. I’m very strange.

I walked and the streets got narrower and then there was no sidewalk. I was in a rich neighbourhood. I started to worry that I was lost. Every once in a while I would take of my earphones to listen and find my way to the 417.

I was mugged maybe a half dozen times. They were all in my mind and all played out differently. Sometimes I was attacked and I panicked other times I was to stupid to be afraid and I died. Then I started to worry about wild animals. The worst thing I met was a gopher. He saw me looked puzzled, gophers always look puzzled and when back into his whole.

I walked into a park then saw not only the 417 but the lights of Bayshore. My feet had brought me home. I followed the park till it ended in a dead end of backyard fences. I climbed the fence and saw a road. Richmond I think. Crossed it and saw a mini forest with a path through it. The path was covered in a thin fog. I decided that it was to mystical to avoid. (Pun un-intended) I when through the little forest and found myself next to the 417 It was maybe 12 by then and I realised that It was a long way around. Seeing Bayshore shinning in its artificial lights I decided to cross the major highway named for Her Majesty. I ran across my heart beating. I paused in the middle feeling the wind of transports and then crossed again. Finding myself behind the mall. I walked home.

Once home I sat down on a plastic chair and thought a little more. Turns out that sometimes doing something totally stupid can remind you that you are alive and that life is worth living. Then Jon came out and we talked about Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

In the end, it was an interesting night.
Good night.

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LJ 23-03-2005 “My trip to Toronto.”

Previously Posted at my Livejournal.

My trip to Toronto.

Part 1

Here I am. This whole situation seems unreal. I need to write and I’m not sure why. I guess I’m scared. I’m leaving Ottawa and, metaphorically, everything it represents: home, school, support, security, strength.

I was uncomfortable in Toronto, the last two times I went. This should furthers my discomfort.

I’m not sure what will happen or what I’m going to do but this feels like one event that will mark me for the rest of my life. What will happen? I can only go with the flow, react with compassion and love.

Odd watching a movie, mimed to the sound of Cake. (In the greyhound you need to plug your earphones in their sound system to hear the movie but I chose to listen to music instead.) The bus is a normal Greyhound, nothing remarkable. The passengers seem to be the same but I’m sure they all have a story to tell. In a seat behind me sits an attractive girl, she looks like she’s been traveling a long time. Well equipped, she lies down to sleep on a makeshift pillow. All the rest seem just as average.

In the station I saw woman, Asian maybe, she walked around the station with a bright green suitcase, the kind that you pull, it seemed bigger then her. She was in her late teens a little woman with few curves. As I got into the bus I saw the suitcase standing alone in the middle of the station. I wonder why it was alone, I wonder what happened.

I love my father and I wish him no harm. I wish, as all people do, that it was happening to someone else. I don’t think that I will get there and everything will be wonderful, I just want to see my dad. I want him to know that I care and that I carry no hard feelings.

Well the board is set, the pieces in movement, the players nervous and now all I can do is be strong and caring, If not for him then for myself.

Eric Desmarais
The 22nd of March 2005. 10:06 am.

Part 2

Well I’m home now and in front of my computer. No longer does fear assail my heart, well not much anyways. I went yesterday to Toronto and met my dad and his wife and two of their friends. I haven’t seriously spent time with him in 5 years. Allot changes in five years and even more becomes exaggerated in a young mans mind. We spent a nice evening together, spoke of my family and how everyone is doing. We were all scared but joked most of the night. I never realised that his sense of humour was so close to mine. I think things went well because he wasn’t trying to be a parent anymore. He just wanted to be with his son. It was like hanging out with friends. Sadly I can no longer vilify my dad’s wife; I can see why he’s with her.
My dad and his friend drove me back to the Bus station at 11:30pm to grab the bus at 12. (My Dad couldn’t drive me alone. He’s considered legally blind.) We hugged and said our goodbyes. It was a typical male moment. It was nice.

On the trip back I talked to different people and finally fell asleep. I woke up a few times and when I go to Kanata, I took the 96 home and crawled in bed. The only problem with traveling to Toronto and back in under 24hours, is that I now feel (physically) like shit. Emotionally I’m great but I think I’ll take tomorrow to relax and then the long weekend to work on the things I’ve been putting off.

I received to phone calls today. The first was from Doris (Dad’s wife). The operation went well; they took 35% of the tumour out. Sadly they think it might be cancerous but they won’t know till the tests come in. Besides that he’s ok, no side effects and the headaches are gone. He’s will be back home tomorrow. They scheduled him for an appointment in 3 weeks and we’ll know more then. Middle of my 3 exams… sigh.

The second was from my mom. It’s strange realising that your parents are just normal human beings. She spoke with me for a while and I realise that maybe some of my anger towards him came from her. I don’t blame her though. He left her pregnant and didn’t talk to her till I was 1. He was 18 at the time and probably had no clue. She’s still hurt and I think in her own emotional way (I guess that’s where I get it.) she’s afraid that if I have a close relationship with my dad it will hurt the one I have with her. She’s sort of jealous that she can’t be in that part of my life. I love my parents but they’re just human. It makes me feel good and a little scared. It’s odd when the omnipotence of parents is proven false.

I have spoken to many people about this subject and the reactions I got surprised me. Many thought that I would be better off dealing with the whole situation if I had a girlfriend or a religion. I guess religion would have been comfort when I thought he was going to die. It would have been a comfort if I truly believed in an afterlife. Just knowing for sure that he was going to a better place would have been nice. I had to deal with it differently; I hoped he was going to a better place. I hoped that there was a higher being that was watching over him but these are concepts that I have a hard time believing in. I don’t want to believe the alternative, so what I do is decide to figure it out later.

The girlfriend thing surprises me a great deal more. I knew that religion was a comfort but a girlfriend? I guess I can see where I close partner could help me, comfort me and listen to me. A girlfriend might have helped me not be so grumpy for the past 2 weeks. According to some people sex is the cure for everything. Harrumph! I’d rather be playing D&D. I wouldn’t have minded a girlfriend to help me through this but to put it up there with religion?

I must either be strong or have a good support network because I came out of it stronger, and I thing I’ll be ok for what ever comes next. It was nice having real friends there for me and giving me there support despite the fact that I wasn’t in the greatest of moods, it wasn’t so nice to be attacked personally but let’s not start this again.
One last thing, some of you might be wondering why I don’t put things like this in the friends only section or why I don’t stop people from commenting or even delete nasty comments? The answer is easy, I write to work through things. I become more at peace when I write. The Lj system incites me to write because then I can come back and reread what I said and what others had to say on certain situations. If I write on this, I might as well let anyone read it and if anyone has to read this then they should have the right to respond. So there it is. I get peace of mind therefore you should get the chance to comment on it.

Eric Desmarais
The 23rd of March 2005. 11:02 pm.

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