#summer nanowrimo

[k--havok]

I know everyone is now racing to do a different writing challenge during the month of november but look.

how about

we choose a different fucking month besides one of the busiest and most stressful months of the year

[bumblepony]

Tommy and Maria meet for the first time in 1995 when Tommy works as a Ranch Hand on Maria's family ranch for the summer. They meet again 11 years later in 2006, Will their love be strong enough to bring them back together?

This was my NaNoWriMo story for this November, and I can't tell you guys how proud I am of it. It's almost completely done, and I will be updating it on Fridays. So far, it's looking like 6 chapters, but it may end up being more.

This story has light smut but I will be posting an Under The Cut companion that has all the full Smut outtakes.

As always, thank you to the best BETA reader there is @two-birds-alone-together I also had the amazing opportunity to have @march-flowerr BETA this piece as well, and her feedback was invaluable.

[eponymousfics]

was anyone gonna tell me that tsp is over 150k words or was i just gonna have to be reminded by my own works page

[bloodlily16]

In case anyone was wondering btw, I have all my gw2 fanfiction in the same Scrivener document but divided into different folders so I can tell exactly how much fanfiction I've written for this damn game.

The majority of this is Trammander fanfiction. Behold.

[grasscore]

god im so excited to write smthn original again 😈

[yourlocal-lichen]

it's not blursday anymore but i implore you to feel free to talk abt your ocs regardless :]

whats an oc you're thinking about a lot lately? how abt an old favourite? one that's been giving you some trouble?

omg :3

I've been thinking a lot about Nox recently because I've figured Bard's arc out so well and right now they just seem like an extra (btw these guys are all old favorites I thought of them maybe even 3 years ago now and they're still stuck to me like baby opossums). but I've been thinkin about them lately! mostly about how their city is fighting a big monster and how Nox relates A Little Too Much to the monster and how their best friend is supposed to be the figurehead of light against the monster

I also just thought of two more scenes so you get to have them shoved down your throat with some context

(context: Bard is supposed to be a religious hero for the city but he doesn't believe in the god he's supposed to represent. he has light powers but that's just a thing he's been able to do his whole life but now everyone is calling him the Lightbringer and thinking he's the icon of Lady Light and when he doesn't know what to do he starts actually praying to her and becomes more devout. also he's like. 16)

but anyway. Bard goes to battle against the monster (he doesn't really do anything his job is purely symbolic) and at some point gets face-to-face with the thing who had seeked him out and totally overwhelms him (but doesn't do anything to him something something understanding being made into something you're not) and the people hell bent on protecting their icon beat the monster back (who lets them) and Bard was terrified out of his mind but Nox saw what the monster did and after that starts doing research and maybe tries to find the monster and talks to it

and then later in the story we have a parallel scene where Bard goes to find the monster and be face-to-face with it in battle and uses light against it (aided by Lady Light, his light on its own is not that powerful) which works but at this point the reader has followed Nox and understands the monster more and maybe doesn't want it to die? and that scene either ends with Nox pulling him back (thus committing heresy) or the monster killing Bard I haven't decided yet I just thought about it. I don't think Bard's arc is advanced enough for him to die yet (he hasn't started loving himself again) [plaintext: "he hasn't started loving himself again"].

so that's who's been causing me trouble they've been causing me emotional grief

[iturbide]

Summer Storm

1,707/50,000 words

Miryn woke to the sound of soft tapping at his door.  It was still dark beyond his windows, though that was no surprise, and he spent another moment savoring the early morning stillness, tracing the shadowy outlines of shelves and workbench and watching the band of muted firelight flickering against his floor.

“You awake in there, Mir?” his sister called, her voice low.

“Getting there, Dain,” he mumbled into his pillow.

“Didn’t catch that.”

“Liar,” he chuckled.

“Better get moving if you’re gonna make it to market.”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed, pushing himself upright.  “I’m up.”  Or, at least, he was getting there.

“Breakfast will be ready soon,” she said, laughter lending a lilt to her otherwise serious tone.  “If you hurry, I might even share.”

After a few moments spent fighting with the tangled blankets, he managed to swing his legs over the edge of his bed, stretching his arms high over his head and working a slight kink out of his shoulders before rising to his feet.  He moved by memory across the room, pulling on the tunic he’d laid out last night; the bottom edge nearly brushed his knees as he moved to open the door, letting the warmth of the fire wash over him.

“I see you did in fact make it in time,” his sister teased as he pulled out one of the chairs under the sturdy table.  Hefting her sturdy pan, she heaped a portion of fluffy eggs onto the plate sitting before his place, two thick slices of toasted bread already steaming along one side.  “More?”

“This should be fine,” he said, spooning a bite into his mouth a bit too fast, and swiftly blowing around it to try and cool it down before it burned his tongue.  He heard her laughing as she slid the rest into her own dish, depositing the empty pan on the hearthstones and taking her own seat across from him.

[hakuryuu]

i am full of coffee and love and a deep and unbearable longing for a past i can never return to

[joeyclaire]

thank god nanowrimo lets you do fanfiction

[mimicteruyo]

Preparing for NaNoWriMo mimic style: play video games all night, awaken to the awkward realisation you haven’t done the necessary prepwork yet.

[b-a-pigeon]

✨Nanowrimo Days 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13✨

Word counts -- Day 8: 1700 /// Day 9: 3800 /// Day 10: 0 /// Day 11: 2000 /// Day 12: 2100 /// Day 13: 2200 /// TOTAL: 26,000

Okay, it's been a minute... but I passed the halfway mark today! 🎉 In the past week, I've gone to two write-in events and spent one day working with a friend, which has all been great for my productivity. I've also gotten through the boring part and reached the fun part, which is making me realize some things about how I need to restructure this book... but it's also making the words come so much easier, and that feels more relevant in this exact moment!

Feeling very grateful that my workload has been relatively light this month; I've been making much quicker progress on my freelance work than I budgeted for so I've been able to dedicate more time to writing, which is so fortunate. Even beyond Nanowrimo, I'm really hoping I can finish this draft by the end of the year & get back to it for edits in early-ish 2024!

[tincansamurai]

ok 2.5k words mean the day wasn't wasted. even if the words mean nothing material and no one cares about them. something happened.

[amaradangeli]

[elvensemi]

I have recovered from the trials of Waking Up Early, New Therapy, and Back Hurty So Bad and am preparing to slam two energy drinks and get to writing.

[iturbide]

Summer Storm

5,347/50,000 words

He watched as the smith deftly worked her glowing iron with swift hammer strikes before finally plunging it into a nearby trough of water, letting it bubble and steam before lifting it out to take a closer look at it.  Miryn supposed she must have been satisfied, because she lay it on the anvil before turning toward him -- and a wide, toothy smile spread across her face when he raised his hand in greeting.

“Afternoon, Kayla,” he called, idly unbuckling his top pack with one hand as she moved to join him, her stiff leg lending her a rolling gait.

“Miryn!  Market day already?” she asked conversationally, stripping her gloves and loosening her mane of tawny hair from the net keeping it out of her face and off her neck while she worked.  “Must have been a good day, if you’re here so early.”

“Sold out, in fact,” he grinned.  “I hope that won’t cause problems with my order?”

“Oh, of course not,” she scoffed, hauling a crate up onto the counter.  “Twelve bottles, eight vials, and I did some trading to get some more of those little clay jars you like from one of the potters.”  She gave him a conspiratorial wink as she lay the wares out on the counter for inspection, the rippling glass ranging in color from green to a pale cornflower blue.

He lifted one up to the light, smiling at the play of color across the scarred and slightly scorched counter between them.  “Beautiful work, as always.  How much?”

“The usual -- though I’ll give you a discount if you have more of that burn salve,” she added with a wink.

“Well, what do you know: I just happened to bring a few jars along,” he said, feigning surprise as he opened the lid of his pack, moving the leather scraps aside to withdraw them from their padding.

She whooped as she snatched one up, removing the lid and dipping a finger into the ointment.  “You are the best,” she said, dabbing it onto the red marks around her elbow where stray sparks from the fire had landed.  “This is the only thing that actually works, you know -- the apothecary down on market street has something he says does the same thing, but I swear it just adds a rash to the burns.  And it’s greasy, too, absolutely awful stuff.”

“I’m glad I brought along an extra jar for you this time, then, if three didn’t last you between markets,” Miryn chuckled, digging into his coin satchel and starting to count out the gold pieces.  “Are you getting busier?”

“Everyone around here is: the guard put in an order for more blades, and no forge is big enough to do it all without taking an age to finish, so everybody’s been pitching in.  Of course, since I work both glass and metal, I’m starting to think I might need an apprentice.”  She pulled her hair back again, this time tying it into a high tail with a charred leather cord.  “You know anybody looking to learn the blacksmithing trade?”

“Afraid not,” he said, beginning to transfer the new glassware into his pack.  “My sister’s happy with her trade, and I don’t think she keeps the right hours for a smith, anyway -- no one wants to listen to the forge going all night.” Kayla shuddered at the thought.  “Six preserve, someone would have my head before the week was out if I tried that.  Well, it was worth a try, at least."

[findthedi0r]