NaNoWriMo 2010 Part 9 / Zombie Steampunk #25
Originally published at A Singularity. You can comment here or there.
Word Count: 19,709 (Delta: +2,288[1]) (Prime Delta: +3,039)
Same story. Started off slow and hard. Ended up running quick after I hit my word count. I am really hoping that it will pay off this weekend when I try to get ahead. I scouted a third location for my writing group. It looks nice, has tons of space, but I am unsure of it’s plug situation. There was only on visible plug was towards the back and it did not appear to be an area for customers. The coffee shop was not full by any means but all the plugs were being camped so we were once again relegated to the sandwich shop.
Zombie Steampunk Update
Today I stopped writing just as the main antagonist for the first half of the book was being introduced. I ended up adding a descriptive tag to the character: Extravagant. I found this amusing for some reason. I’m taking the time to name and lightly describe non important characters. I wonder if this is a good thing or not.
I know I am missing a lot of the tone that I want to include into the book as I write. Almost everything is kind of stream of thought as I get it out. This story, assuming it is even something resembling decent, is going to need a LOT of editing to even be good. It is vaguely discouraging that I realize this but encouraging that I do realize this.
Zombie Steampunk World Stats
Glossary: 1,306 Words (Delta +1) World Setting: 7,657 Words (Delta +27) Character Information: 2,579 Words (Delta +70) Current Outline: 5,720 Words (Delta +0) Draft: 19,709 Words (Delta: +2,288) Grand Total: 36,970 Words (Delta +2,386)
Zombie Steampunk Excerpt
The man who stepped forward was both extravagant and noble in both dress and demeanor. He wore an evening coat of black, trimmed in bright gold with embroidery along the sides and tail. His shirt was a brillaint red while his asscot remained the traditional white, the colors of the Patroits Faction. His slacks were also black with gold piping but leather shoes were a glossy white and he also wore no gloves. The most daring aspect of his outfit was his cape. It was attached at his shoulders so it did not cover his neck or faction colors, although it did fall across his arms, ending low at his back, just before his hands. A dark red with a muted golden lining beneath, Marla could see, when he lifted his arm to address everyone.
“Good afternoon! Good Battle day, my friends!” the count declared to the room. He smile was bright on his dark angular features. The count was definitley past his youth, perhaps in his forties but his dark skin did make that hard to judge. “If I could have but a moment of all your time.” There was a polite amount of clapping and the count half bowed graciously, drawing the edge of of his cape in front of him. Marla quickly wondered if the cape had some sort of sigifcance, or if it was just some new fashion statement.
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