I didn’t keep up with those Camp Nano updates very well, did I?
Well, it’s Wednesday, and I made it!
Depending on if we’re using Scrivener’s word counting, Camp Nano’s, or Word’s, I hover somewhere between 24900 and 25200 words.
Since my Camp Nano goal was 20,000, it’s a win! Continue reading
As I described last week, my Camp Nano project is a continuation/hopeful finishing of the Autumn Lightning project, a story about (three-people-in-one-body) following Leo around, sometimes accidentally, throughout the years after the apocalypse.
While one of the appeals of this story was being able to bounce around – it’s actually something like 40 connected short stories – I’m still on Cabin in the Woods. This is part III – where Leo and Nathan (At this point being steered by The Other, the protector-face who uses They pronouns) go to get Leo’s weapons back from the slavers who’d captured Leo – and to deal with said slavers, too.
A man fell with a thump at the Other’s feet. They looked down at the man and then back up at Leo, twice, before deciding that Leo was done with this one.
They’d reached the third floor of the place and left it christened in death. Leo moved like a panther; three times the Social One had needed to remind the Other that they were not there just to watch, because Leo seemed to move like he required an audience, like the world itself said he should be watched.
You’re not normally this poetic. Are we killing this one?
The Other looked down at the man at his feet, back up at Leo, who was toying with a woman who didn’t realize she was being played with, and down at the man. “Slaver?” they snarled, quietly enough that it shouldn’t interrupt Leo.
The woman yelped as Leo caught her by surprise. The Other smiled broadly.
The man gulped and tried to scoot backwards, although he seemed dazed, one of his legs broken. “N-no, No, of course not. I’m – I’m-”
Lying, Social offered, as if the Other couldn’t figure that out for themselves.
Words so far this month: 7690
Goal thru yesterday: 7400
So, a year and a half ago or so, I wrote this story – Lightning in Autumn – to Inspector Caracal‘s (Cal’s) prompt.
This story features Leofric Lightning-Blade, from Addergoole: Ghost Story (before he was Lightning Blade), the Princess and the Elf AU/Fanfiction, approximately 8 million stories in 7 million AUs on my blog, and probably half that many or more on Cal’s blog. In addition to prominently featuring Leo, it’s from the point of view of a man named Nathan, who is actually three people in one body – Public Face, Social Face, and The Other (though that doesn’t really come up in that story).
Then I… kept writing the story. Through the apoc and out the other side and I kept going until it was 100000 words of a gay romance post-apoc travel journal exploration of Addergoole.
For Camp Nano this year, I’m trying to finish it! Continue reading
The next morning found the warlord’s staff moving around with warm drinks and warm pastries. Everyone had their share; the children had enough to be over-full, and they all found themselves awake and aware as they stepped into the Warlord’s audience chamber, ready for the first tale of the morning.
The chamber was tall, as tall as five or six men on each other’s shoulders, and at one point the ceiling had been painted magnificently. The paint had chipped and peeled, but you could still, if you peered, see the scenes that had outlasted the end of the world. Continue reading