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[Skilletor]

Bleh, didn't get my goal and feeling burnt out for the day.

43,183

I'm so close I can taste it!

 

[Ashes]

tis the day today... I shall sieze it.... okay maybe a little bit of gt5... then I'll start... but today is the day...

 

[Jedeye Sniv]

tis the day today... I shall sieze it.... okay maybe a little bit of gt5... then I'll start... but today is the day...

I know how you feel, luckily Bungie feel my pain and so are holding off on the new Halo maps until t he end of Nano as a nice prize for finishing. I've barely played any games this month other than iPhone on the bus

The way I see it the games will exist forever, but it's only November for another 5 days. Just gotta keep telling myself that...

 

[Ashes]

I know how you feel, luckily Bungie feel my pain and so are holding off on the new Halo maps until t he end of Nano as a nice prize for finishing. I've barely played any games this month other than iPhone on the bus

The way I see it the games will exist forever, but it's only November for another 5 days. Just gotta keep telling myself that...

yep. Wait, what? 11:36am? That's half an hour lost on a getting a few licenses done. And I only quit, cause the damn game crashed on me.... :lol
Procastination is the silent killer. I tell you. Procatination is the silent killer.

 

[Omikaru]

Looks like I forgot to update you all on my progress. I managed to reach 40,350 yesterday. Got nothing at all planned for the rest of today, so after lunch I'm going to get stuck in. I'm hoping to hit 50,000 by Saturday.

I've got Fallout New Vegas on PC, Vanquish and Alpha Protocol (it was a freebie!) on PS3, and Deadly Premonition, Super Meat Boy, Costume Quest and Comic Jumper on 360, not to mention a few books (Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, Diamond Star Halo by Tiffany Murray and The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman) to get through.

Needless to say, once I'm finished with this book I'm taking a well earned break and blowing through a few of those before I go back and edit.

I'm thinking Norwegian Wood and the XBLA games first.

 

[Ashes]

Chapter 26. Gt5 less work. Worked in the state of the country for the first time properly.

Chapter 26

The days passed and pay day finally approached. Maya hadn't been expecting it, having worked there only a few weeks; But Amir was handing out the pre-christmas bonuses, and wrote her a check in person, which Maya accepted fully. No bonuses, but that didn't Maya in the least. She sat down with Ann, and they worked through some of the financial matters.
The week had been productive week if not a fruitful one. Lisa was out job hunting all week to no luck, but Ann had at least gotten an interview at a local library. There was the government financial aids, in the way of welfare which had come into force, so a little over £35 a week each, which barely covered food let alone anything else. Ann was still waiting on the insurance payout, and the banks had given her informally, a little leeway on the Mortgage. Ann had no mortgage protection, and what little money she had was spent on bills. So it was pretty much only Maya's pay, that week that saved them.
Maya had to pay insurance for her car, and keep aside enough for petrol; she decided that the only real services they required was the phone rental and the broadband service. They bundled that together and saved a little bit there. She paid her part of the rent into the mortgage account.
The mortgage on the house stood at £192,000; how quickly things had changed, Ann had declared. They, she and George had thought that they were in the best of positions having paid their life savings totalling, £29,685 as deposit into the house they had bought. The house had in the recession lost value, but it was valued high enough for the house to be sold and cover the cost of the mortgage, if they wanted to.
The house though only a year in her hands, had formed an attachment with Ann; so it was with great reluctance that she accepted that were things come to the worst, the house would sold. She offered Maya, equity into the house, instead of rent, but Maya who was astonished at the generosity, felt that she should decline. Ann tried to explain, that the house would gone without Maya, but Maya would have none of it. Perhaps, she, Maya, would regret it one day, Maya said, but it was something, that she could not in good conscience do. And that Ann should think more selfishly; it simply didn't do to trust strangers, and money had a funny way of changing people. So Maya simply paid rent. Cheap as it was, for house that size, and the fact that she was only sharing with three people, and three women, who didn't really get on her nerves.
Maya had lived in cheap student accommodations, where people had to share. It was cheap, but you got what you paid for. She had learnt a few lessons along that way, especially the fact that if you spent enough time with a person, the differences will crop up, and since you are are living with them, you cannot escape them in the event of an argument. You simply had to give each other some space. She said as much when she recalled the experiences to Ann and Lisa. Both Ann and Lisa listened enthralled at the experience. They shared their living with boyfriends and fiancé experiences. The highs of spontaneous sex, cuddles, romance and pillow talks, and the lows of an unclean house, footie on the telly, being emotionally blackmailed into cooking most nights, and the asinine arguments one could avoid if men and woman didn't live together.
Christmas was always going to be expensive, and this weighed like a brick on water in Lisa's mind. She was to spend it at her mother's house. And there were a lot of adopted children there, at least six in number the last time she had checked. It was all good and dandy to be able to say that it was going to be a pauper's Christmas at Ann's house, to which the persons concerned said oh well, never mind. How was Lisa supposed to turn up empty handed?
The children in question, ranged from four years old to sixteen. They were all from broken homes and their stories broke Lisa's heart, though she never said this out loud. She had her mother's heart, she realised; some people just were more in tune to these things then others, she thought. The older kids were annoying and pretty off putting, Lisa would say, but there were moments, when these too showed sparks of being incredibly human and being great ones at that. Just the little things, like giving up the last bit of milk, for someone else, saving up money for months on end, to give 'a ruddy good present'. And that was just the older kids; the younger ones, namely Angelica, was the sweetest little girl, Lisa had ever had the pleasure to meet. Yes, when the visitors left, she could be annoying, and when she didn't get her milk, she had an almighty scream on her, but she was a queen amongst the princesses. Her cleverness added to her appeal, as well as a genuine concern, for the other children. She was four, and yet, she would go around the house, at meal times, asking if everyone had ate, or was eating. Yes, Lisa could not disappoint Angelica.
The money shortage meant that Lisa had to return to her natural auburn red-colour. She could explain that away to her mother easily, but the money issue still remained. She recalled her mother once saying that, her hair colour would be the first to go, when she would learnt of true financial stresses. Her mother had of course meant the greying of hairs, a metaphor for rapidly ageing, but the strange way it applied here made Lisa smile.
Lisa had the way of a writer, when it came to composing a fix to her solution. On Monday, she made her way into Bournemouth. There she dreamt whilst sitting in a café, sipping her coffee, about quick rich schemes. There were a few gold-diggers out there, maybe they had a point. Who could live such dreary lives, when there were rich eager men, looking for a sexy young gal, to be their bed side teapot. Bed side teapot. Warmed up the bedside, steamy, went down the throat, the best thing to have in the morning, get it? Oh I'm sure you do. The sexual innuendo in that one is ripe and fair-trade ready.
Sex. Sex and Lisa went like sex and Lingerie. By gawd, she loved sex. Maya and Ann, were no prudes to say the least, but the mere mention of a dildo, had brought blushes upon them. Catching the drift, she quickly adapted to it. Lisa was glad to have her own room. She had her laptop and in such stressful times she needed to get off more than a few times a day. Her rabbit, stayed in it's case. It came out at special occasions only. The monetary woes meant that she could not go out at all, which meant that she could not scratch that itch.
So, Monday, sitting at the café, she was approached by a local plumber who was going about his business and had stopped in for a quick coffee. She took the bull by its hands and ten minutes later, they were in the parking lot, for a quick quickie. It was only when the the person behind the counter called out to her, asking whether she wanted more coffee, that she was brought out of that day dream. The plumber sat in the far corner, and gave her flirtatious look. She looked at the man's ring finger and shook her head. The man winked, and Lisa shifted her self to completely avoid looking at the man and looked instead at the news on telly.
Students were rioting in Central London; one of the parties of the coalition had decided to go back on it's promises to keep student tuition fees from rising to £9000. It was already treading on thin ice having made it more difficult to get the tuitions fee being paid for by the government. Hypocrites, the students united called them, for the MPS themselves had a free university education, all handsomely paid for by the Treasury.
The protesters were split up into camps, one was the peaceful protesters, blocked off from access to Westminster by the Police, and the other, a more blood-curdling lot, were left to their own means, throwing their anger at a police van that had been abandoned in fear.
The new Conservative and Liberal Democrats coalition Government had thrown down the budget gauntlet, serving the country with a bonfire of cuts, to bring the deficit under control. It didn't help that they were now bailing out the Irish economy now, Lisa thought. She was in favour of the riots from a distance. The French brought the whole country to standstill, when their government announced that they would raise the working age by two years, whilst the English settled to muffins and tea, had the whole range of cuts and raises in taxes, the big one being VAT hike to twenty percent.
Yes, Britain was in a period of a political turmoil. But Lisa had no time to worry about that now. She needed money. She had an interview at half-past, so she steadied her nerves for that. She arrived at the office, ten minutes before her interview was supposed to start. She was always punctual, and she dressed aptly she thought. If only the employers had a record of her timekeeping, and professionalism at attending all the interviews she had been to. She was quite the dedicated employment seeker.
There was a television in the waiting room, and as she watched the news she felt quite suddenly very self-conscious. In her her black pencil skirt, and white chiffon blouse, with her royal purple coat folded carefully in her arms. She could see herself from above. It was an odd sensation; a queer out of body sensation. She observed the posture of a woman resigned to being penniless. Her skeletal frame could not hold the weight of her shoulder’s burden, and she had the images of her self standing in line behind a ATM floating between the worlds. She saw her cash-point self, put her bank card in saw the balance standing at £-995.87 OD. She could only spend the fiver and the cash point dispensed no five pound note. She would spend that money on breakfast later at a café.
It was meaningful life affirming moment, that glance at her self looking at the ATM display. You wouldn’t know it for she was silent already, but it silenced something deeper yet inside her. What would she do for money? Her situation wasn’t so bad as to put her self on the streets, or strip; but it softened the blow of such a career choice? Why she said, what was actually wrong with it? And she would actually be one of the few that enjoyed the tease. Yes it was one of her sexual fantasies. There was no denying her self that.
Lisa watched her current self get up from the seat; this puzzled her a bit. Where was she going? The receptionist hadn’t called her yet. She followed her self into the bathroom. Oh the bathroom, maybe some make-up, last minute touches to the hair? Lisa watched her self, unbutton the top three buttons, and pull up her bra, so as to leave a tantalising hint of it’s black lace on view. She applied moisture to her lips, and hitched her skirt slightly. It had been cold outside and she was wearing thick black tights. She took that off and put it in her bag. She went back to her seat, and sat upright. Now, she appeared a lot more confident. Straightened back, pushing out her breasts, neck straight as she looked forward. This was it, she would get her job. She wasn’t going to be seedy and lewd but she would get this job. She took several deep breaths and followed the receptionist into another office.
Lisa fluttered between her two selves, knowing and looking at the ring of the fat banker behind the desk. She watched her self turn around, and close the door, lingering for a few extra moments, and she noticed where the fat banker’s eyes were.
“Goodness me,” Lisa thought. “What is going through that mind of yours?”
The two chatted, informally, and the interview proceeded to go nicely. That is it was going so well, until it didn’t. The banker wanted her but only after trial. And how long would this trial go on for? Since it was unpaid trial and all. Till Christmas, there or thereabout. Lisa slouched and this told the fat banker enough. The seconds ticked away on the mahogany clock.
Lisa bit her lip. She daren't look at the ring on the man's finger. “How about I give you a blowjob and you give me the job proper?”

C1-C26 here.

Biff baff bong. Put me down for 35k please.

 

[Cyan]

New leader last night in Skilletor, with 43,183. Followed up by me and Jedeye. Five people still meeting the benchmark. I know it keeps moving, but we're getting so close dudes!

Benchmark for Day 25 is 41,667.

P.S. Shoutout to Goncalo, who jumped about 14,000 words. Nice.

 

[GoncaloCCastro]

New leader last night in Skilletor, with 43,183. Followed up by me and Jedeye. Five people still meeting the benchmark. I know it keeps moving, but we're getting so close dudes!

Benchmark for Day 25 is 41,667.

P.S. Shoutout to Goncalo, who jumped about 14,000 words. Nice.

Just got to 25,030

I'm hoping that I can get to 30.000 today!

 

[Cyan]

Just got to 25,030

I'm hoping that I can get to 30.000 today!

Holy shit dude!

You're putting the rest of us to shame here.

 

[Jedeye Sniv]

44466, just wrote a particularly fun scene where two characters slice up dozens of screaming zombies with surgical lasers. Fun!

 

[Ashes]

Just got to 25,030

I'm hoping that I can get to 30.000 today!

The fuck? In the time I did 2k you did 15? acutally in the time that I 6000 words, you did nearly 30,000! Damn you... you quick writer you!

Yeah, I'm upto 37K, with less than five days remaining. |:0 ) <-- I always liked this emoticon, cause you don't know whether it's smiley face, a shocked face, an omg face, or all of it combined.

This chapter I worked on today wasn't supposed to be dialog heavey, but it was a quick and dirty way to get across more than a few things that I needed to get across.

Read at your own displeasure. It's got tons of known grammar, editing issues etc, so fair warning...

Chapter 27

Lisa saw the dirty look on her face, and could feel herself aroused, at the wrongness of it. She woke up again, just as she was about to go down on her knees. She looked around her surrounding office, thankful that she had been dreaming. Eight full minutes of complete and utter sleep. Had the receptionist noticed and let her boss know? Of course she did. Lisa realised than that she would not get the job. She went through the motions, knowing fully well, that she could not offer sexual services in return for fixed employment. It not only felt ethically wrong, but silly in real life, and the fact that she would always have to avoid this man at parties and other social events added only to injury. She wasn’t desperate enough.
Walking to the bus stop, she felt disappointed with her self. Where was this going? Would she do ‘what was needed’ if she was desperate enough?
The hours passed as evening came early. She sat at the bus stand until well past eight at night. The December air was chilly and the roads with wrought with icycles. She had opted for heels for the interview and now it failed her. Her skin felt hard and they hurt to touch. A headache lay on the horizon, Lisa knew full well. A belltower tolled in the distance somewhere, and Lisa looked up in the heavens. She sat down on the red plastic bench, under the cover of the glass roofed shelter beside the Bus stop sign.
An Indian guy chatted her up briskly, and she responded nice enough. Her ex-boyfriends face flickered in her mind, but she put that to the back of her mind. She wondered if the guy would ask for a drink. She could really do with one.
“You want to go for a drink or something?” the stranger asked.
“I would love one… but I… no… I can’t…I’m sorry” Lisa said.
“What why? Is it cause I is indian?” the stranger asked with smile.
“I erm… no. Not at all. I’m a red head, believe me I don’t descriminate. Well not against Indians anyway. I wouldn’t go with a red head. Don’t like the look on a guy,”
“Oh. Good answer. Then why not go for one with me? I’m not indian by the way. Well, ethinically, Indian subcontinent, but I’m actually from South Africa,”
“But your accent?”
“Oh I’m an actor,” the stranger said in his native voice. “I was just testing it out. I’m sorry about that”
“You can’t pick up a girl in a Indian cross english accent. It’s like picking up a girl in a welsh accent. South African is so much sexier.”
“Well, thank you madam for that piece of advice.”
“I like the fact that you threw in the actor thing. Subtle. Unemployed?”
“Mmm, unemployed in spirit. Not in the right job I would say. Come on. Come for a quick drink.”
The rain started falling, and even though Lisa was under the bus shelter, she brought out her black umbrella.
“Truth is, and I don’t know why I am about to tell you this, but I’m pennyless. Had I enough money to buy my self a drink, I would happily have allowed you to buy me one. But now that I can’t, I can’t let you buy me a drink. Does that make sense?”
“Not really. But thank you for your honesty. I’m Cameron by the way. Since we’re not going for a drink, you can know my name.”
“I’m Lisa. Do you know about Checkov’s gun?”
“Hmm… I know of it, but I haven’t read his books. Everything is deliberate in a short story. If something appears out of place in the beginning than it must be useful at the end”
“Yeah. He wrote short stories by the way, and he said you could never be wasteful stories. Every character every prop has to be useful. You were limited by words see.”
“I see.”
“I was wondering whether this also applies to life. If everything has a reason to it. Even if you can’t see it or never see it.”
“Err… I’m not really religious to be honest.”
“I don’t mean that. Here I am, an unemployed pennyless girl, and I meet an actor who is not yet famous yet; And here I am refusing you. You don’t see a dramtic irony there?”
“Erm… I see it. Sort of. Real life isn’t a novel though. You meet people all the time. There, that woman running through the rain. There is a chance you will never ever see her again.”
“I guess in novels. Not all things have to relate…”
“Then again, if the fates are pushing two people together…” Cameron said.
Lisa turned her head to look at Cameron. He had dark curly hair, darker skin, big lips, brown eyes, on top of wide shoulders;he only slightly taller. He was no leading actor, but he looked the part of a good friend.
“Just so you know, I don’t need to get drunk to have sex with you,” Lisa said.
“I wasn’t think that,” Cameron said. “But I’ll keep that in mind.”
Lisa shrugged. ”I just don’t like drunk sex; you have very little to no control of anything, and that fucking hangover in the morning… urgh…”
“Woh. Very frank with sex you are.”
“Cognitive dissonance? If I’m honest, I’m feeling a little bit of that my self. You don’t look like a ‘Cameron’. Is that a little bit racist?”
“Hmm… maybe. Last week this guy calls out: Fucking paki! Go back to where you came from And I cupped my mouth and yelled back: At least get the country man. I’m South African. And for the record, barking like that isn’t convincing me that you are better than I.”
Lisa laughed. And then she abruptly stopped. “I’ve never had anything like that. At school, this one boy used to shout carrot top. And I cornered him one day, and told him to stop. And of course he didn’t for about a week. And then nothing. He stopped.”
“Just like that?”
“Yeah.”
Cameron shuffled in his seat. A bus came, people got off, and the bus left. “Have you ever looked up at bus stand, and thought jee that’s nice of them.”
“What is?” Lisa said, looking up. Rain droplets splashed onto the glass ceiling of the bus stand roof.
“This shelter thing. They could just have put up a lamp post with a sign, as they do most stops, but out of their own pocket they put this bus shelter thing. Keeps people from the rain at least.”
“Hmm,“ Lisa thought. “ That is actually quite nice of them. Never considered that. Well there is a first for everything. I’ve never had sex with a South African.”
“Boy you really do think about sex a lot.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No. I mean I suppose you don’t expect a girl to be so forward.”
“Well, you don’t expect an Indian South African, actor, to chat up a red headed Londoner in Bournemouth.”
“Well played,” Cameron said with a laugh attached to it.
“Called Cameron.”
Cameron stretched his hand out into the rain, letting the water bounce onto his finger tips. “What if I said, I didn’t want to have sex with you?”
“Jeez,” Lisa said lifting her head up and away in dismay. “You make it easier for a guy, and this is how he repays you. Go on. What’s wrong with me? Too forward? I was kind’of kiddin. Kinda.’”
“Oh I know that. It’s just so very rare these days to make an actual… erm, real? connection...”
There was this way he was twirling his palm in the rain, that drew in Lisa’s attention.
“Why waste that on a one night in stand.”
“Huh! Would you look at that? God’s sense of humour. One night stand.”
“Do you know what I mean?” Cameron said in a deeper more serious tone.
The light on the bus stand lamp post flickered. It was a busy high-street, and enough people walked by to allow Lisa some nice people-watching moments. A couple argued in the rain, then made up with a kiss. A father covered his daughter with his own coat, letting the rain pelt him. People rushed home from work even at this time.
“I’m sorry I can’t… Got out of a shit relationship. Maybe there is a little bit of racism in there. I don’t really care.”
“Nah, I don’t think that has anything to do with racism or anything,” Cameron said as another bus came and went. “For the record, what Bus are you waiting for?”
Lisa faced him. “The right one…” she said dejected.
“Deep,” Cameron said wryly.
Lisa shared the smile with him. “I’m stuck. Fixed. Right in this moment. I can’t go forward or backwards. I’ve thought about doing… less classy things to earn a buck.”
Cameron sat motionless. “And…”
“I look into the future, and see my self completely hating that chapter and wanting to throw it out. Or fooling myself into rationalising it in this way or that, exerting a coping mechanism of a sort. And now at the beginning of that escapade, I can just go: You know what? I know where this story ends, I’m gonna change it.”
A light bulb flickered above Lisa’s head. She looked to her left, for Cameron, who wasn’t there.
“Damn, you’re not real,” Lisa said, letting it sink in.
“I am,” Cameron said, in front of her as he was getting on the bus. “This is my bus. I was actually waiting for a bus you know.”
Lisa smiled. ”You want my number?”
“Erm…You don’t want or need me at the moment.”
“Mm, I fucked up huh?” Lisa said, watching Cameron pay his bus fare.
“Erm. That thing you said before about fate and stuff. And I don’t believe in that, at all. But… if it’s meant to be, we might meet up again. And you can’t refuse me then.”
Lisa laughed. “And why not?”
“Cause at the point, you are going to think back to all the regret you are going to feel now. After you refused this poor guy, who just wanted to take you out, cause maybe he genuinely liked you. You are going to think back. And think, no, this time, it’s going to be different. Kapish?”
“You’ re going to facebook me, aren’t you?”
“Yep”
“Lisa Fairbuck.”
“See you soonish?”
“If the fates render it so,” Lisa said wryly.

C1-C27 here.

Hakuna matata. Put me down for 37k please Cyan. You're doing a great job by the way; I can't quite remember if I said it already, so there it is.

 

[Omikaru]

Got a decent amount done today. 43,783 is my new total.

 

[Skilletor]

Too much eating, not as much writing.

45,018

I'm looking to write all day tomorrow and finish this NaNo thing up.

 

[GoncaloCCastro]

Broke the 30,000 barrier this morning, but I still have a lot of catch up to do!

I love writing the same event from different perspectives. I really like a particular part when one of my characters is ordered to do certain things only to realize they amounted to nothing, skip to a different character and you realize why the other one did the things he did.

I really love writing!

 

[Jedeye Sniv]

Broke the 30,000 barrier this morning, but I still have a lot of catch up to do!

I love writing the same event from different perspectives. I really like a particular part when one of my characters is ordered to do certain things only to realize they amounted to nothing, skip to a different character and you realize why the other one did the things he did.

I really love writing!

Wow man, your word count is shooting up! At this rate you're gonna beat me to the finish! And yeah, writing is really awesome, I've discovered a taste for writing really horrible gore scenes, so much fun!

 

[Skilletor]

Alright, fellas. The next time I post in this thread will be to declare myself a NaNo winner.

Marathon writing.

/me turns on some music and write.

5k today. GO!

 

[Jedeye Sniv]

Alright, fellas. The next time I post in this thread will be to declare myself a NaNo winner.

Marathon writing.

/me turns on some music and write.

5k today. GO!

Do it man! I have 4k left right now, aiming to finish tomorrow sometime (maybe tonight, but I don't want to stress myself). Go team GAF!

 

[bjork]

I didn't make it. I started out initially writing some old stories of things that happened when I was a kid. I did it with the intention of being totally open and not hiding anything. Something must've hit a nerve subconciously, because at about the halfway point I deleted the entire file, went into my bathroom, and cut myself a bunch of times with a pair of scissors. It wasn't even like some frantic thing, I just walked in there and started calmly doing it. I stopped after I realized that it hurt pretty bad.

So I gave some thought to rewriting it, but I decided to just bow out. Sorry.

 

[Cyan]

Skilletor in the lead with about 45k, and now aiming for the whole thing! Followed up by Jedeye and Omikaru. Man, I've let this slip away from me. Time to step it up.

Today's benchmark is 43,333.

 

[Omikaru]

Ending today at 47,360. I think I'll get to 50k tomorrow.

 

[Skilletor]

Words written today: 4,986

Final word count for the day: 50,004

A winner is me.

 

[Narag]

Congrats!

 

[Ivan A Nguyen]

I am so far behind, but if I can do 6k on Saturday and Sunday..... meh.

Current total is : 38,210

 

[Jedeye Sniv]

Way to go man! A winner is you!

Just at around 36,500 at the moment, gonna try to get some in after band rehearsal tomorrow but I'll probably be rock-shocked so I'll most likely it 50k on sunday. Nowhere near finished though so I'll probably give it a few days and get back to it.

 

[Skilletor]

Thanks, guys.

I'm so happy. I tried last year and failed miserable. This is the most substantial writing I've ever done, and though most of it is crap, I finish not burnt out but excited to write more. Something else, though, I need a change of scenery.

This thread definitely helped. I'm competitive by nature and I hated seeing my name below the benchmark.

Thanks, Cyan. You've done a great with this thread and like my boy 2pac says, you are appreciated.

 

[Omikaru]

Words written today: 4,986

Final word count for the day: 50,004

A winner is me.

Nice. Congrats man.

I'll hopefully be joining the winners tomorrow.

A quick question to those of you at or near 50k: how much longer do you think your novels will be post-NaNoWriMo?

It's looking like I'll have to add another 20-30k onto mine to get a finished piece. I think I underestimated how much I'd write for each chapter.

 

[Cyan]

Words written today: 4,986

Final word count for the day: 50,004

A winner is me.

Fuck yeah!

Conglatullations, dude!

 

[Sonicbug]

I am determined to finish this by Sunday. I can see the finish line... so close....

43,839

Storywise, I'd probably need another 50,000 words to complete the story. I'm taking a break from this project after this is over. It'll need some serious working over to make it decent. Right now it's so long winded.

 

[Ashes]

I am so far behind, but if I can do 6k on Saturday and Sunday..... meh.

Current total is : 38,210

What! I'm at the same point you are. Say no to giving up. The nights are long and the days short. We can do thus man...

I did another 2k, Christmas and what have you... Softer than a few of the other chapters... I am going to get to what was supposed to be the main point... soon.:lol

Oh, England got a wicket... a breakthrough... get in, Collingwood... <Ashes talk by the way.
Usual nanowrimo excuses... lots of know grammar problems etc... I'm just getting everything down.... read at your own displeasure...

Chapter 28

In the run up to Christmas, Ann and Maya decided to go to Central London for a shopping spree. It was a very long drive which took almost five and half hours in the poor weather but Maya had insisted heavily upon going even in the bad weather and Ann hadn't ever been to London during the Christmas season so it wasn't much of a deliberation between the two. They dressed in opposite colours, Ann wore her white coat, whilst Maya opted for her black coat. Although they wearing only socks in the car, they rather unsurprisingly wore their UGG boots once the car part of the journey was over..
They had parked the car just outside the city of London, opting to use the London Underground for their central London Adventure. It was the weekend so there was no congestion charge but Maya who still thought of her self as a Londoner knew how the city's heart ticked. It was still far too busy for any car to go around it's central areas. She parked in a car park near Tower Hill, before buying Oyster cards at the local underground station. They put about five pounds on each card, on top of the three pounds they had to pay deposit for the card it self. It came in blue wallet. The Oyster card was like a credit card specifically built for the London underground system, making it easier for tourist to just swipe their cards on the barriers for entry and exit. Ann knew about it from an earlier foray into London, but she appreciated it this time a lot more, because the card automatically charged the lowest price, so four trips in and out of the stations, were less because it changed the value to a day card. Oyster prices were also far more cheaper then regular ticket prices, so you really had to do just get one, even if it meant paying a deposit of three pounds. That fee made up for it's self in that single day and the Oyster card could be used when ever they returned. Maya thought little of this of course, far far less then Ann did, but then again Maya wasn't really playing the part of an out of town tourist.
Once the two hit the shopping crowds, Maya quickly became bitter and generally despondent whilst Ann celebrated everything like a child at Christmas. It was all the more apt that it started snowing whilst they were shopping on Oxford Street. The heaven's opened up and there was a mini cheer by a group of children who were singing choir songs for a charity.
“Damn,” Maya said. “It looks nice and all, but the roads are gonna be more horrible than ever now.”
Ann walked into the Disney store and watched the snowfall from in there. After a lot of push and some decent shoving, Ann had convinced Lisa to hand over her Christmas list. She couldn't promise to buy everything but she promised to do her best. She bought a Pooh bear but found little else on the list. Disney was one expensive store, but to their credit, they were family store, and provided a few bargains here and there. Not many, but enough to go by on Ann. She made mental note to her self, wondering if there was anything she needed to buy for her own little one. She had done zero shopping for her self in that regard. This didn't really upset her, she wanted to be on top of things financially, as they were living on credit cards pretty much. She shuddered to think of another month without a job.
Oxford Street looked like an animated postcard to Ann. It looked like a scene from a Christmas film. There were arches connecting buildings from the left hand side to the right, and on these arches were celebrated figures like Santa or Rudolph the red nose Reindeer. These faces were adorned in Christmas Tree lights. Ann really liked the store decorations and the ferry lights across the whole of Oxford Street and Regent Street. She half expected to see a giant Christmas tree, but apart from the great ones inside some of the bigger shopping centres, there was no super-massive one outside. Maya said that there usually was one but that she could not remember where it was. That much was evident for Maya who had been here so very many times, simply could not remember where the vast majority of the shops were. Every so often, she would go, 'ah, so there is John Lewis' and 'oh, this is new. This wasn't here before'.
After the shopping they went to a pub near Leicester Square and had their tea there. Steak, Mash, Beans and Chips with a glass of red to make it go down nicely. It wasn't the most healthy thing, but neither were in any mood to care for their denim sizes in this weather. They were both hungry and ate what they liked. There was a salad dressing, so they ordered an extra serving of that.
Maya thought about calling her own home, but with Ann's excitement, she thought she best show a bit more of London to Ann. They first went back to their car in Tower Hill, which made little sense to Ann, who wanted to see more of west-London, the theatres, maybe an Art gallery, the Museums.
“The museums are closed by now, and you don't want to be inside now, in this snow,” Maya said.
“Oh you like the snow now do you?” Ann asked.
“If I'm showing you around, I might as well see you freeze as well. It doesn't snow often round these parts, especially at Christmas so best enjoy it while it's here. We've come here to put our present away. It's dumb to carry this stuff around.”
That wasn't the only reason as it turned out that Tower Hill was were Tower Bridge was.
“oh wow,” Ann said. “how did we miss this the first time round”
“Cause we went to Aldgate East didn't we?” Maya said. “You take one turn left, and London is a whole 'nother ball game.”
They walked along the Queens route, all caked in snowfall, Maya kept her eyes on the foot prints they were creating whilst Ann kept looking back at Tower Bridge in amazement. It was lovely thing to gawk at, she noted down on her facebook app. She took several photos on her phone, and rendered the memory treasured in her heart.
They visited Westminster and Parliament over in the west end. Along the route, Maya tried to explain what most Londoners didn't know. The two cities of London.
“But it's one city though,” Ann said. “I'm not American, so I understand how this country works.”
“London is a conurbation; I guess it's a metropolis. But it's still born out of two cites though; the city of London is the square mile, which still has it's boundaries from the dark ages, I think, then you have city of West-Minister, these join up with the surrounding areas to form London as we know it. The Greater London area includes all the boroughs as well which city hall covers. Do you remember city hall by Tower Bridge?”
“So where we are now, Parliament is in West-Minister, so it's in the city of west-minister, so parliament isn't in the city of London. So parliament isn't in the capital city? Or are you saying that is how it used to be”
“Oh god. I'm saying for the greater context of things, London the 'capital city', which by the way is it's own region if you know what that means politically, comprises of, if we are 100 percent accurate, the City of London, the city of Westminister, and the surrounding parts. For Administration purposes, we have the Greater London area, which includes the area I just said into a wider 32 borough place. So Greater London for all suits and purposes is London. If you are talking about London city, you are talking about all the above, but if someone says specifically: city of London, they may mean the city of London, or the conurbation, the metropolis, the region , that is London...”
Maya exhaled in frustration as Ann let out a churlish laughter.
“Didn't take you for a Schadenfreude!” Maya said; to which Ann laughed some more.

Their next stop was the London Eye. The London Eye was a giant Ferris Wheel, like you see at a fair- only, it was one big enough for a city. It was white in colour with carriages called capsules which fitted a group of 25 or so people at a time who could walk around the egg shaped basket even though seating was provided, and you didn't go for a ride, you went for a flight which took about half an hour for one complete cycle. It was nearly four hundred and forty feet high. When it had been launched in time for the Millennium, it had been the tallest of its kind in the world. It has since been surpassed by the Star of Nanchang and the Singapore Flyer, but, it's eagerest fans would argue, it was still the 'the world's tallest cantilevered observation wheel' where the wheel is supported by an A-frame on one side only, which isn't the case with the other two mentioned.
The snow fall stopped by the time they got to the front of the queue. But Ann had other things on her mind when she got to the front of the queue.
“Good heavens!” Ann said looking at the tickets prices on the signboard. “This thing costs a lot, doesn't it? For just a ride in a wheel?”
“Yeah, more than the fuel costs to get back home, this crappy weather...”
“You knew? Why are we getting on then...” Ann said as she took Maya's hand to leave the line.
“Let's stay. This'll be my Christmas present to you. Surprise!” Maya said, her mitten covered hands springing up in the air
“What?” Ann said slightly taken back.
“You've had an awful time of late, and it's not looking like it's going to get any better... and you're simply in love with this place it seems...”
Ann sat silent.
“Shame it's stopped snowing though...”
Ann nodded. She felt resignation at the sudden reminder of the past. How long ago, it seemed, the events of November. How long ago had she had met Maya? It was only six weeks ago. It felt longer maybe because she lived with Maya and saw her everyday. The feeling went to her gut, and made her throat dry.
She said nothing as they boarded a capsule.
“Sorry I don't have the cash for a Champagne flight...” Maya said in an effort to raise a smile.
Ann reciprocated with the exact response. She smiled like a lighthouse beams light across the sea. Caution, sea rocks nearby.
The unease worked it's way through Ann's mind slowly and steadily obfuscating her inner turmoil with deliberate coercion. She remembered the limp body in her hands which were soaked in blood as she cried for help whilst she looked out the glass capsule and took in London's snow laden rooftops. What strange feelings just a simple gesture of kindness brought up? She wondered. How funny our memories work? Through association memories are kindled, when will I... get over it? Ann thought. And through the looking glass her gaze followed a single child, in it's black making a run across the Thames side walk, small little thing, running east, and it was nothing really other than that, that moistened the eye, and questioned the soul, and relived the broken hearted past, and sought to let the cold fear in. Ann pulled her gloves of her hands, and she leaned against the glass pane, letting her breath ice the screen. The Blues had caught up with her... time stood still whilst the capsule went about its journey. At it's highest level, London stretched out to her like a majestic kingdom.... You could see for miles and miles and miles.
And then it began snowing in London. It fell from the heavens like a tear does from the eye. Ann shed no tear. Her eyes glistened with moisture.
“Wow,” she said with a smile and turning to face Maya at the same time. “How did you get it snow?”
“No lie. Had a word with the big fella up stairs. Must be the reception up here. Cause he listened.”
Ann laughed slowly at first, a little snigger, before it amassed into a full and hearty laugh.

When the dust settled, Ann sat beside Maya. “Thank you,”
“Your welcome. You'll still get a real present. Socks, I reckon...”
Ann smiled again. “Ha ha,” she said with sweetened sarcasm.

And thus the two watched the snow fall, all wrapped up in a little bubble floating a couple of hundred feet up in the sky...

C1-C28 here.

Getting there slowly but surely... Put me down for 39k please Cyan. Congrats to those who are finishing, and let's go down the final straight together everybody else.... I've put gt5 down, and I'm on this.... I got this....

 

[Jedeye Sniv]

Finished! 50297. I don't mind admitting that when I clicked the validation button and got the winner banner I got a little teary. What a relief! I'm gonna go out a get drunk, yay!

But not finished the story, still got a ways to go for that :|

Thanks again though Cyan and everyone else in this thread, I don't think I would have been able to do it without your awesome cheerleading. Love you guys!

 

[Skilletor]

Finished! 50297. I don't mind admitting that when I clicked the validation button and got the winner banner I got a little teary. What a relief! I'm gonna go out a get drunk, yay!

But not finished the story, still got a ways to go for that :|

Thanks again though Cyan and everyone else in this thread, I don't think I would have been able to do it without your awesome cheerleading. Love you guys!

Congratulations!

 

[Cyan]

Finished! 50297. I don't mind admitting that when I clicked the validation button and got the winner banner I got a little teary. What a relief! I'm gonna go out a get drunk, yay!

But not finished the story, still got a ways to go for that :|

Thanks again though Cyan and everyone else in this thread, I don't think I would have been able to do it without your awesome cheerleading. Love you guys!

Yyyyyyes!

Congrats Jedeye!

 

[Cyan]

Oh hey, let's get an update.

New winners: Skilletor, Jedeye Sniv (technically Day 27, but whatevs).

New leader is Omikaru with 47,360, on the verge of victory! Followed by Cyan and Sonicbug.

Benchmark for today is 45,000. Can you dig it?

 

[ZephyrFate]

I'm at 45,011 today. I've been writing off and on, haven't had much chance to update in the thread where I'm at, so yeah.

I wrote 12k words the past two days, though. Jesus.

 

[Ashes]

Finished! 50297. I don't mind admitting that when I clicked the validation button and got the winner banner I got a little teary. What a relief! I'm gonna go out a get drunk, yay!

But not finished the story, still got a ways to go for that :|

Thanks again though Cyan and everyone else in this thread, I don't think I would have been able to do it without your awesome cheerleading. Love you guys!

Congrats to you mate! Hopefully you finish the story you set out to write!

God, I finally, nearly, got to main thrust of the story, as we entered the final weekend. Damn, I can't stop playing GT5. And woo hoo Ma utd for the 7-1 win today. Put's me in a right good mood. Gah.... here's the latest chapter, (non edited, known grammar issues, warts and all), read at your own displeasure:

Chapter 29

“Well, I hope this good,” Maya said to a scientist named Jack as he handed over a bottle. This was the bottle that made her get in the car and drive to his base on the site. Two days before Christmas, she didn't want to be doing this. “Oh you'll want to this,” he'd said. “This is something nice.”
Maya unscrewed the bottle. For a taste of one of the simplest pleasures of life on earth, and indeed specifically one that weather provokes, Maya stepped into the snowfall. Yes, snowfall. It drifted down from the ceiling, for they were indoors, and yes it came from the bottle. It was like magic was being percolated from a bottle. This was simply the most amazing experience she’d had in her life. Snow in bottle, who would have thought it.
Jack sat on the bench, his lips stretched across his face to form a smile, and delight rained supreme in his eyes as he cast the appearance of himself as a magician onto the girl in front of him. He hoped it was working, his attempts at impressing Maya. She had a darling delicious smile, rosy cheeks, and cute button grey eyes.
“This thing is going to make you millions,” Maya said. “It might just be the most fabulous thing I’ve ever seen in person. I think you’ve put magic in a bottle Jack.”
Jack shrugged. “I’m glad you like it,”
Maya pulled at her woolly hat. “So have you always been a genius?”
“Yes, always,” Jack said stretching his square jaws wide. “No seriously, my grades were never the best. It was only by luck and desperation that I got into an engineering apprenticeship; and by that route I stumbled onto this path.”
“Ahh, I see,” Maya said. “How does this work? Lay man terms please.”
“Well, you have the generator there,” Jack said pointing to a small box under the table. “It's pumping hyrdo... ern stuff in the air. Lot's and lots of it. Then you have that bottle, which when released into the atmosphere creates an artificial snow flake, or snow if you will, up there; when it mixes with substance on the ceiling now. Chemical reaction cause erm... extreme cold at the very top, and a warmed portion below that, and you have snow falling. Well, again, it's not actual snow, but most people wouldn't be able to tell.”
“Wow... I mean this looks to be a viable product... a fake snow machine for indoors. Plays, sets, they'll all be clamouring after this.”
“erm...Well, not really,” Jack said blinking profusely. “We've had fake snow machines for while now.”
“Oh..” Maya said instantly deflated. “I did not know that. So is there a point.... does this do it in your own patented way... or something...”
“Not my... mine,” Jack said. “erm... let's start at the top perhaps... erm.... Christmas, you think of snow? Why? It never really snows during Christmas. So who put that in your head? Charles Dickens is widely thought to be responsible for that. He was as popular as J.K. Rowling is today. Which book? Christmas Carol.”
“Yes, I've heard of that,” Maya said in agreement. “I read somewhere that it was a pot boiler, Basically a rushed novel or piece to put food on the table. Quick money.”
“Yes, Yes. And why did he associate snow with Christmas? It's because that is how he remembered Christmas. It snowed for three Christmas in a row when he was a child.”
“It could be,” Maya said “But Snow is a specially magic thing, then you have Christmas another magical thing, people would have put two and two together anyhow. What's to say that they didn't?”
“Perhaps, but I just wanted to give you a context of that time. So keep in mind Dicken's childhood Christmases, three in a row where it snow. There was man, a scientist, very secluded, in fact he died lonely, and without recognition. But he left his papers behind. Richard Burn. He penned his diaries. You see he claimed beforehand that he would make it snow on Christmas.”
Maya laughed. “It could have been chance? Maybe he just predicted the weather.”
“He can't have predicted three years in advance, surely you see that?”
“Okay I guess that makes sense.”
“So it is either chance or he is actually doing something. Our timescale is that turn of the century. Well whether he really did or not we do not know. All we know is that in that diary, which only he read till the day, claimed to cause snow during Christmas, and it snowed. He did it again the following year. Same pattern. And did it the third year.”
“Well I...” Maya said shifting in her seat. “So this works, yes? You've taken his diary and built this... yes?”
“It works, and when this gets out, at least people will know that some people think Professor Richard Burn is responsible for making it snow those three years.
Maya put her phone down. She had been using the recording function to record the man and his theories.
“Look, we've done controlled experiments in doors. But there really is no reason not think this works outdoors.”
“But will it work to that grand a scale. Easy enough, seems like now, to have done it indoors in small measures, but to make it snow over London, or where-ever Dickens was...”
“Well that's what I wanted to get you in before Christmas. We think he did this by embarking on a Train. A stream train pumping smoke into the air. Making it snow!”
Maya sat down. “Is it safe then?”
“Erm Yeah...”
“This is okay to twitter away?”
“Yeah, no names, except about Professor Richard Burn's and the claim that somebody could make it snow at Christmas,” Jack said with a wide smile.
Maya turned her head sideways. “Are you sure you want this out?”
“Yep.”
“If you say so...”
Maya took out her phone and jotted down a few of details.
Jack walked up to the door to let Maya out. He turned off the machine. “Professor Burns should be known you known. You know. He should really be known.”
“Well, you've made half a believer out of me,” Maya said. “Not really sure if that is worth anything.”
“Oh it is,” Jack said promptly leaning against the door.
“Well... get the results, and then maybe... I hope this works,” Maya.
“It does work, you've seen it.”
“Yeah, but outside, and on the greatest scale ever... You've done tests right?”
“Err yeah. Niggles still. But we have a good wind coming up, and a couple of days to perfect that stuff...”
“Well good luck Jack,” Maya said reaching for the car keys in her pocket.
“Do you want to go out with me?” Jack blurted out.
Maya turned round. “It's Christmas. You don't ask a girl out two days before Christmas.”
Jack shrugged. He was just genuinely glad that he had just come out with it. And that she hadn't outright rejected him. Maybe she embarrassed him a bit, by making him look socially awkward, but at least it wasn't the humiliation he dreaded and half expected.
“Damn you Jack. Here take my number and ask me in a few days. I'm not always going to be by my email or facebook.”
“So will you go out with me?”
“Yeah, why not? Next week sometime.”
“Pick you up at eight?”
“After Christmas. No really. And I'm poor and penniless this Christmas, so it falls on you to take care of this girl. And I'm not embarrassed by that at all. I got to be real.”
“You get paid next week don't you?”
“Don't be cheap...” Maya said shaking her head. “Looking, I really gotta go. Call me later yeah...”
Jack nodded.
Only when Maya got inside her snow frosted Ford Focus, did Maya let out smile. “And we're back on track.”
Maya switched on the radio, and put her car into the first gear. She half listened to the news as she took the exit to join the main road. She turned up the volume, when a peculiar bit of news piqued her interest. She looked up at the road ahead to see a lorry coming, before putting her head down, and adjusting the radio dial to turn up the volume. Suddenly, a loud blaring horn frightened her out of her skin. It was the Lorry driver who thought that she had drifted off to sleep, and so tried to wake her up with a strong blast of the horn. Her heart racing a hundred miles and hour, Maya kept a stiffened grip on the wheel as the vehicle carried travelling.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” she shouted.
She breathed in and other a few times, then listened to news reader on the radio.

“An anonymous group has put themselves forward as being capable of saving the country from it's debts. The group known only as Group 1X, claim that they have within their grasp, 100 trillion pounds, and are willing to separate with it. The chief of Treasury, Kilburn Stewart said he was looking into it. James Cauldron, chief secretary of the Payers of Tax Alliance said, 'Looking into this is just another frivolous waste of tax payer's money. You don't need to set up a think-tank which I have no doubt is in their plans, to tell you this man or group is looney toon and needs to be seen by someone of the medical profession.

Those were our main headlines.... In other news, riots continued today in Birmingham, over a planned march by the National English Defence Front. The group was met by another group comprised of the Antifascist League and a group of Asian Muslims. Police say-”

Maya changed the news to another station. Radio 1. She recognised the station, and the music and so listened to that for the rest of the way home...”

C1-C29 here.

Finally arriving at the endzone, well nearly there. Put me down for 41k please Cyan.

I'll start on the next chapter in a couple of hours... but the ashes need to be watched and providing an ideal time to write a few chapters...

 

[Ivan A Nguyen]

42,043

I'm still behind, but I mashed 4k worth of words this morning. I need just two more to get back on schedule.

 

[GoncaloCCastro]

38,026 so far! I'm going to try and hit 50,000 tomorrow but I'm not sure it will be enough to end the story, might have to write Monday and Tuesday to finish it!

 

[Omikaru]

Finished! 50297. I don't mind admitting that when I clicked the validation button and got the winner banner I got a little teary. What a relief! I'm gonna go out a get drunk, yay!

Well done! So, so awesome.

And I can happily say that now, officially, I'm a winner, with 50,163 according to the NaNoWriMo word count thingy (though it was a little higher in Scrivener).

Thank you for all the words of encouragement, and for everyone who shared their work this month.

I may post another extract tomorrow, depending on how I feel, but in the meantime, I thought I'd share you the very brief synopsis I wrote earlier today.

An insane painter, a depressed barman and a fat lazy slob all have a week of misery in the small Welsh town of Pontdarfod.

Again, thanks for the support everyone, and keep on going to the rest of you. I know you can do it in the next three days!

 

[Skilletor]

Well done! So, so awesome.

And I can happily say that now, officially, I'm a winner, with 50,163 according to the NaNoWriMo word count thingy (though it was a little higher in Scrivener).

Thank you for all the words of encouragement, and for everyone who shared their work this month.

I may post another extract tomorrow, depending on how I feel, but in the meantime, I thought I'd share you the very brief synopsis I wrote earlier today.



Again, thanks for the support everyone, and keep on going to the rest of you. I know you can do it in the next three days!

Congrats, dawg. Feels good, man.

 

[Sonicbug]

I'm at 47,112 right now, and I should finish tomorrow! Yeah! Still writing as of now, for a little while longer.

 

[starsky]

48,687

I hope to finish later tonight!

 

[Dresden]

I'm not going to finish. Barely hit 32,000 tonight. I'm going to continue into December, though.

Congratulations to everyone that did--and will--finish, you're all better people than me.

 

[Ceebs]

Just finished with 51,469! Thank god that is over, as the last few thousand were some of the toughest. My story was finished around 40K, so I had to go back and inflate it with lots of fluff over the last few days to make the word count. I am never going to even think about reading any of it though since I know it's awful. It was a good experience however, and really hit home how many words 50K actually is. If I want to try again next year I know I will need something way more substantial ready going in unless I want to beat my head against a wall.

 

[Cyan]

Well done! So, so awesome.

And I can happily say that now, officially, I'm a winner, with 50,163 according to the NaNoWriMo word count thingy (though it was a little higher in Scrivener).

Grats! Well met sirrah!

Just finished with 51,469! Thank god that is over, as the last few thousand were some of the toughest. My story was finished around 40K, so I had to go back and inflate it with lots of fluff over the last few days to make the word count. I am never going to even think about reading any of it though since I know it's awful. It was a good experience however, and really hit home how many words 50K actually is. If I want to try again next year I know I will need something way more substantial ready going in unless I want to beat my head against a wall.

Good work! Swooped in from out of nowhere there.

 

[Jedeye Sniv]

Well done! So, so awesome.

And I can happily say that now, officially, I'm a winner, with 50,163 according to the NaNoWriMo word count thingy (though it was a little higher in Scrivener).

Thank you for all the words of encouragement, and for everyone who shared their work this month.

I may post another extract tomorrow, depending on how I feel, but in the meantime, I thought I'd share you the very brief synopsis I wrote earlier today.



Again, thanks for the support everyone, and keep on going to the rest of you. I know you can do it in the next three days!

Just finished with 51,469! Thank god that is over, as the last few thousand were some of the toughest. My story was finished around 40K, so I had to go back and inflate it with lots of fluff over the last few days to make the word count. I am never going to even think about reading any of it though since I know it's awful. It was a good experience however, and really hit home how many words 50K actually is. If I want to try again next year I know I will need something way more substantial ready going in unless I want to beat my head against a wall.

Aw yeah NaNoGAF! Way to go people This few days is fun, a celebration of how awesome we all are. Same time next year? :lol

 

[Cyan]

New winners: Omikaru, Ceebs.

New leader is bakemono with 48,687, again right on the verge of victory! Followed by Sonicbug and the suddenly slow-moving Cyan (don't worry, he'll finish ).

Benchmark for today is 46,667.

P.S. Hey, triumphant return of ZephyrFate! Right on.

 

[GoncaloCCastro]

Had some things to do today so I only got to 45,186. Hoping to finish it tomorrow!

 

[Sonicbug]

Woo! Done! DONE! Well, the story isn't done, but I'm past the word count! (At least I made it to the end of a chapter before stopping in exhaustion.)

50,058! (My document said 50,070, but close enough!)
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/686742

Success! I am going to go bury myself if the Sly Cooper collection now and catch up on all games I've been not playing and the manga I've not been reading. I'll have to return to writing the story after I relax for awhile. Woo!

 

[DumbNameD]

Somehow I'm at 47,113 words. Hope to finish up tomorrow after writing some today.

 

[Cyan]

Woo! Done! DONE! Well, the story isn't done, but I'm past the word count! (At least I made it to the end of a chapter before stopping in exhaustion.)

50,058! (My document said 50,070, but close enough!)
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/686742

Congrats! Knew you had it in you.