Thursday, November 29, 2007

51,000 words later...

Here's the end of my NaNo novel, Born Stellar:
Adam stepped in front of my mother and Jon. My mom just stood there with her jaw wide open. “She did some detective work,” he said. “Your daughter. I mean, our daughter found me and stayed with me. I thought she had your permission. I’m sorry, Essie, sorry for that and for everything.”
My mother was still looking at him as if she had never seen anything like him in the world. Then she said, “We’ll talk this over at some point, Adam. Right now, I want to get Stella home.”
Grandpa interrupted, “Why don’t we all come to our apartment. Zeesie’s made fresh cheese blintzes and I know that we’ll all have a lot of talking to do.”
Then Jon looked at me and said, “Stella, that’s a cool thing you’re wearing. What is it? A shirt? A jacket? Where did you get it?
Eli looked at me and winked. “Do tell, Stella.”
I took a deep breath, and looked at my father. He looked very amused. “You like this old thing?” I was tempted to say, “It’s a very long story,” but I knew my mom and half-brother wouldn’t understand.
I grabbed my father’s hand on one side, my mother’s on the other and instead I said, “I found it across the street, on a park bench.”

The End.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Born Stellar

I'm just going to post an excerpt from my novel, the brief bit I've put up at NaNoWrimo.

Before I could ask another question, Nadine hushed us. From the edge of the woods, I could see a darkness pouring forth. Before I could blink, something happened. The grass we were sitting on rose above me. I was close to the dirt. I looked at my hands—but they weren’t hands anymore. They were limbs, insect limbs. I looked at what I hoped was Eli. He was a pretty good sized grasshopper. Nadine on the other side of me was also a grasshopper. I think I must have been too. I felt a sense of danger and a desire to jump away. Nadine—at least I think it was Nadine—jumped toward on me and held me down. communicating to my shrinking brain that I had to hold still or They would find us and crush us.
I heard or sensed immense vibrations and felt heat. The urge to jump away was getting stronger and stronger and I had no sense of what exactly I would be fleeing. I sensed also smoke, ashes, something thick and killing. The bug next to me tapped me in a way in which I understood to mean “jump” and I did.
When I did I saw fire! The bus was on fire.
I also saw those feral shadowy beings surrounding what was left of the bus. They seemed to be directing flames at the bus. In my panic, I jumped higher even. Another grasshopper jumped after me and brought me down, but I was screaming. At least I thought it was screaming. It came out of me, the bug me, unbidden.
I felt them before I saw them. The evil Unravellers. They had seen me jump and were directing their hostility toward me. In blind panic I followed the beings next to me. I hoped that they were Nadine and Eli. We hopped as low to the ground as we could, through the tall grass, upon the increasingly parched-feeling soil. I saw a hole in the ground and dove in, alongside my companions.
Deeper and deeper I jumped, skittered underground. My antennae guided me. At first the walls were very close to me. Then there was more space and I slowed down. It’s much more difficult to feel your way if you’re small in a big place, than if you’re big in a small place.anyway. There were two insects near me. At least two. One of them stopped. Then the other did. Then I did.
One came over to me, touched antennae to mine. and before I knew it, I was back to human form.

As you can tell, it's very rough. It's the prehistory of a first draft even. I've written all my life, but have had only one "official" creative writing class. That was in college, a zillion years ago, with the poet Joan Larkin, and it was a great class. She was very encouraging.

Some of my story takes place in a library! :-)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Write 50,000 Word Novel in 30 Days or Less or No Money Back!!

I'm writing during National Novel Writing Month.
As you can see, I've added a widget. I'm more than halfway through and I'm just having fun!

One of the perks of signing up for NaNoWrimo is that we get pep talks from the likes of Tom Robbins, author of Jitterbug Perfume (what an imagination!) and Sara Gruen, who says she writes her novels during NaNo.

And the author of Coraline, Neil Gaiman!

I feel pepped.
And perked.

And in case anyone was wondering, I feel immensely so much better. The joy is back in my life.

Monday, November 12, 2007

I should live in Paris!

What City Should You Live In?

You should live in Paris. The city of lights will appeal to your appreciation of beauty and romance. You are a lover and a poet by nature, and Paris' sensitive charms will be a perfect match for yours.
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