Spring NaNoWriMo – So close...

During the month of March, I wrote 46,625 towards my newest novel. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m writing this one by hand, so it’s a bit slower going than typing, albeit with less distractions. So falling less than 10% shy of the (admittedly pretty arbitrary) NaNoWriMo target isn’t too bad. And I did hit my own goal of six hand written pages per day (I got 6.01). So none too shabby.

Where do we go from here?


March Madness NaNoWriMo - Halfway there

Two weeks (and change) ago I started writing a March version of NaNoWriMo ((Yes, it’s not really national, but it is a novel writing month, so I guess just NoWriMo?)), written long hand in a notebook rather than typed. I thought I’d just give a quick status update for that, since I haven’t actually been posting it daily this time around.


My personal (NaNoWriMo) March Madness

Back when I finished my last NaNoWriMo, I said that I’d be starting a new writing project within a couple of weeks. Well, here we are. It’s more than a couple of weeks later–a bit short of two months actually. Unfortunately, I haven’t really written much. There was a short story and a few other blog posts and that’s about it. But that’s not what I want to do. I want to write.


Popocatepetl Rising

With both the Cloak and the Mask, the curator jumped into the final spot of the Pentagram. Immediately everyone could feel a thrum of force as the circle began to close. Dancing blue flames spread from the bodies lying at the other four points around the circle and over the cross lines.

A fierce wind suddenly blew across the top of the building, bringing with it a rumble of thunder. Luckily, it seemed to be further away. Another lightning strike to the roof was not something anyone wanted.

Raising her masked face to the sky, the curator began chanting in a strange tongue. Based on the artifacts she was wearing, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say it sounded distinctly Central American.

Drawing to a high point in her chant, she yelled “Popocatepetl! Popocatepetl ko’oten! Popocatepetl!” With a brilliant flash of light–albeit less brilliant than the earlier lightning strike–the circle snapped shut.