Feb 14, 2009 02:23
I was going through folders, deleting files, and I fell on my Nano 2008 novel.
I hadn't even looked at it since I wrote the last words at 3 am on Sunday. I just read through those last thousand words and: Oh. My. Goodness.
It's like shiny trash. I'm mortified and fascinated. I can't believe I wrote it, but I must have.
Here are parts of the last thousand words in all their glory; spelling, punctuation and grammar mistakes left untouched.
Passage 1
The first time I heard of her was through Alix Straightjacket and I did not know quite what to make of her because I only got this really rowdy and hyper feeling out of it. And then we met for the first time and I was perplexed because she practically spat in my face and trampled on my boots and in general just wished me lots of ill luck and I don’t know why she did that, because really I thought I had never met her before and her reaction struck me as the most irrational ever and I was more offenede than she could ever know.
But she grew on me. She grows on everyone it seems, even if you think you’ll absolutely hate her. Especially because you never stop hating her, it’s just that the love adds itself on
Without knowing to I began to admire her for the things she said and the things she did and now I’m hopeless without her.
You don’t know what I went through when Lebiki came with the news that she was missing, it was terrifying and horrifying and I could only think that she was no longer safe and that kills.
- yes and I do not want to hear more about it *interrupted the goat. The Duke is like WHAT? And the goat mostly ignores him and goes into her own diatribe ten times better than what the Duke just spewed out because really who wanted to listen to or read that shit. The goat will tell it all and people will listen and bow; because the goat is made of win. She even said it “I am made of win”.
Passage 2
Chad had been silent ever since Tam had disappeared, convinced like all the others that he should have bben the one to protect Tam Warren and theat it ahd failed so epically and utterly that he no longer knew what to do. He would gaze acroos the fire and her eyes (mischievous) was no longer ther, it was just darkness, no glints of gold, no laughter in the night sky, the loss pained him just as much as it pained ale whose instead Ale’s anxious hand was stuck in his and they would spend their night and days shut off from the rest of the group, sitting on a group and not caring that the rain lashed at them and that the wind howled because in their hearts they howled much stronger and they lashed their guilty consciousness with harsher words than any rain could have lashed at someone.
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I just fell over laughing.
nanowrimo,
writing,
laughing at myself,
twitching