Nano Snippet 1
Since my NanoWriMo project is one that I intend to release serially on-line anyway, I'm going to start posting, say, 200 words a day, discontinuous. Little flashes, if you would, of what's happening inside the count as I slap down crappy prose as fast as I can type.
Behold, then, snippet the first:
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Guy sat cross-legged in the semi-dark on the cold floor of fused granite and stared at what his friend, Jake, called the "anomaly". The sound of men and women arguing in hushed, angry voices swirled behind him but, as usual, he paid no heed to anything that did not directly involve him. This left him free to ponder the impossible "nothing" that hovered in front of the bank of Ghoster equipment clustered against the wall.
Behold, then, snippet the first:
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Guy sat cross-legged in the semi-dark on the cold floor of fused granite and stared at what his friend, Jake, called the "anomaly". The sound of men and women arguing in hushed, angry voices swirled behind him but, as usual, he paid no heed to anything that did not directly involve him. This left him free to ponder the impossible "nothing" that hovered in front of the bank of Ghoster equipment clustered against the wall.