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Anti-Nano Snippet

So, this is still real rough.  I only really started writing this week.

If you saw a name spelled "Noe" how would you pronounce it?

 

RED MOON

“Come on, Ben.  How much longer is your mother going to keep you?”  Rendy hopped from foot to foot leaning on the sill of the backdoor. The old door creaked under his weight. 

“Hang on, Ren.” Ben dusted flour from his hands and clothes placing the last of the new formed bread loaves on the raising rack for the morning baking.  “Bye, ma.  I’m going with Ren to the square.  I want to see who’s here for revel.” He grabbed Rendy and ran out the back door before his mother could reply.

Finally.  Ben breathed a sigh of relief glad to be free of work, at least until tomorrow anyway. The next three days were going to be busy with constant baking while his mother and sister sold in their booth.  But, the nights were his.  He pushed Rendy and ran past, darting around people in his way.  Rendy caught up and Ben jumped over the leg he snaked out.

The excitement in the air tingled on the tip of his tongue. Bright streamers threaded the cool evening breeze catching last glimmers of light. Jugglers, singers, and musicians stood on corners or wandered the streets already collecting crowds and coin. 

Hammering echoed off the buildings.  Apprentices hung decorations and readied stands for tomorrow's dawn festivities.  Their masters stood by next to tables laden with cloth, spice, and trinkets.  The spring revel was held for the three days of the full red moon and wreaths braided with spring flowers, ribbons trailing, hung from branched poles.

The yeasty smell of beer wafted through the air followed quickly by the hot savory smell of fresh meat pies.  Ben’s stomach rumbled.  He dashed inside his mother’s booth rummaging for the clean shirt and comb put there this morning. 

“Come here,” Rendy said helping him get the last of the flour off his hair. “There you go, pretty as a picture.”  Ben looked at his reflection in a shiny tray: dark brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, of middling height and a little on the thin side.  Nothing exceptional.   He sighed and looked at his friend's bright blue eyes.  “No, you’re the pretty one.  If anyone is going to find a girl to wear a spring wreath it’s going to be you.”

“It’s revel, Ben.  Beyl will be full for three nights.  No one is going to care about anything except pleasures of the body.  Good thing your mom’s booth will only be busy during the day,” he winked.


Anti-nano update

I actually spent quite a bit of time this weekend working on my November project.  I still haven't gotten a lot actual story down yet.  I've still been brain storming and figuring out what happens.  I think I mostly wrapped that up this morning while waiting for a store to open.  See -- it's always good to carry around index cards.

My story board is getting quite crowded with index cards and post-it notes.  I'll probably play around with it for a little while tonight and think of how to work  the rest of the "structure" pieces into the story or figure out how my story corresponds to the structure pieces.

So far, I think the "story structure build it on a caulk board" has been very educational.

Today, I want to start some actual writing!
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Anti-Nano Update

I had this nice little idea for a short story which I jotted down.  Over the last two days, this being the third, I've managed to write about 1k in outline.  This short-ish story may turn out longer than I originally intended, but I'm trying to keep it much shorter than regular novel length.

I also decided I really wanted to start learning about story structure and would let this be my test subject. Story structure is, I think, the piece I've been missing.  Already, this WIP is turning into something better because I can see where I need to plug in pieces.  I've always had trouble "connecting the dots."  I could see the beginning and the end, but always got lost going from one to the other. LOL, so my borrowed lap-top has been getting a work out the last couple of days.
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Anti-nano

Naomi_jay is holding Anti-nano for those  not wanting to commit to writing 50,000 words in November. 

Towards that end, I have just managed to procure a lap top for that month. My lap top is dead and I can't really afford to buy a new one. Not having a lap top has been a good excuse for me not to write. Now, I won't have that excuse.

We'll see what happens.