http://www.nanowrimo.org/
Check it out, cos I'm honestly a bit sick of explaining what it is beyond I tried to write a 50 000 word novel in a month. (It's quite a lot. I hit 50 543 words at about 11pm on the 30th of Nov! Of course unfortunately most of those words are crap.)
It was fun, I was fairly sleep deprived and if it weren't for a box of encouragement presents including some watermelon flavoured shampoo and a toblerone amongst other stuff from my bestest buddy it's possible I wouldn't have finished. I also got quite sick at the end of it (yep, I'm making excuses) had a crazy fever and had a trippy dream where I thought Voldemort had really come back.
Anyway, the story I wrote is about identical twin sisters who get separated in a big accident and then....other stuff happens. It will probably be ready for someone to read in about ten years but here is a little bit of it.
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The bus slowed as it pulled into a re-fueling centre. The depot consisted of a dozen petrol pumps, a restaurant and a small supermarket. A tour bus had just pulled in and there was a group of European looking tourists walking towards the restaurant.
Marlina stood up, turned around and said ‘Cha’ to call her daughter back. At that moment there was a loud explosion at the back of the bus. The back wheels lifted off the floor and the last thing Marlina remembered was being thrown against the windows, and then everything was black.
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The problems that faced Eliza as she finished high school were the same as the problems that faced most of the other girls in the same situation. The problems were not along the lines of if they would have enough money to do further study, but more what course they would chose. While Eliza did stress to some extent, she did have more perspective than other girls in her year. The loss of Charlotte – and the realization that her life could just have easily been taken away made her see that the pattern chosen for their year twelve jersey was not as important as some other girls made it out to be. Her ears pricked up whenever Israel was on the news, and she often imagined what life would be like living in with the constant fear of danger.
Eliza was one of the few people who was not particularly swayed by the approval or disapproval of others. It was probably because of this that people often found themselves liking her when she didn’t seem to have done much. She had actively shunned popularity since she was in year nine because she had developed a good radar for people trying to manipulate her. She realized popularity was a kind of currency, and feeling like she would probably never be at the top of the popular group she did not desire the inevitable battle of always fighting for the reigns in that group so she decided to go elsewhere. Her close friends were a few others who made the decision not to fit in. They were not popular or unpopular, looked up to or down upon particularly. It was with them she felt not exactly comfortable, but comfortable in being uncomfortable with her unique sense of teen angst.
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sounds very angsty reading that doesn't it?
