Chapter 1: The Slog Begins

National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) will be my doing -- as in, not my undoing -- for writing. I can do this. I know I can do this. The voices in my head say I can do this. I can do this.

Okay, enough of the cheering section.

First day on the NaNoWriMo job. Managed to pump out 1,908 words, I think (left the file @ work today). Lunch 1/2-hours are great for this stuff.

I've been sitting on a set of vignettes this past fourteen months, all in the same universe. There are stories, the arc of a story line, specific incidents in history that time into the stories. There's a Babylon 5, a Star Trek and a Dawson's Creek all in there. Of course, it's rated somewhere between R and NC-17, but hey, if jeans buttons can hit the pubic bone, why can't great novels swim in the adult lanes of the pool. (Because they're harder to sell and the Cryst-ians go and burn 'em, that's why. But hopefully they buy before they burn, so what the hey!)

I spent maybe an hour on those first words. Weird, how characters appear, pull a milieu around them, and then go off and have a life. Octogenarian Merchant Marine retirees spending their last years sailing as passengers on freighters. Middle aged computer geeks with younger girlfriends that, ah, 'put' them in a coma then set the house on fire. Feds, fiends, Interpol imposters and helicopter raids on ships at sea can't be far behind.... Ain't it nice to be god?