I Win!
Huzzah! Cheers! Felicitations and other expressions of joy!
Yes, I have officially won NaNoWriMo. I made my word count at about 12:30 this morning. However, I'm only about halfway through the story with my goal of 25,000, so I'll keep working on it. It had been a long time since I'd written anything, so I'm really happy with how it's been turning out. I need to get back to work on Justice Sword now.
After I do some editing on it, I'll start posting the chapters here, but for now, here's some excerpts for your reading pleasure. And some stirring, NaNoWriMo-finishing music for you to listen to while you read.
Ricimer's caravan of thought stampeded like Hannibal's elephants crossing the Rhone. "What."
"We're go-ing to get mar-ried," Amalasuintha repeated slowly, in Received Gothic, as if she was speaking to a small child. Ricimer resented that. He was flummoxed, not stupid. Besides, he was older than she was.
"Not. A. Chance," he said firmly, once he had recovered slightly.
"Awwwwww," she pouted (from the sound it was a very good pout, maybe even better than his sister's) and flounced out, swishing the curtain wide open.
Through the bright light, he could see at least two guards at the entrance of the tent. Even if he could free his hands he would have no chance of escape without a weapon of some kind.
"Daddyyyyyy!" he heard Amalasuintha wailing. "He says he won't marry meeeee!"
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“Just in case we don’t make it,” Elec continued, “We should probably introduce ourselves first. I really hate facing imminent death with someone I don’t even know.”
This made a lot of sense, so Ricimer began. “My name’s Ricimer, and this is Princess Amalasuintha.”
Elec took another look at Amalasuintha. “Oh, yes, I remember you. You were the one that kept screaming all the time.”
Amalasuintha stuck out her tongue at him.
“I guess I’ll just call you Sue,” Elec added, “It’s easier. You know my name already. I was already planning to get out of here today, so you should be grateful I’m sharing. Just try not to mess things up, okay? We should be able to go in just a minute.”
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“Julius Caesar...” Sue frowned in thought. “He was one of your Emperors, wasn’t he? Is that what the play’s about?”
“No, not really, see, it’s actually about Brutus, who was a senator (and all cool and noble and stuff), but I thought Julius Caesar sounds better as a title (‘cause he’s, like, famous, you know?). Anyway, Brutus kills Julius Caesar because he thinks Caesar’s going to make himself king, but they end up with a king anyway, just a different one, so Brutus kills himself after discovering that his best friend killed himself too. On his birthday. The friend’s, I mean. And then we end up with the glorious Roman Empire. And there is much rejoicing. Wait, let me check my outline.” He quickly examined another scroll. “Yeah, that’s about the way it goes. Except the rejoicing bit, I moved that to Antony and Cleopatra.”
“Awesome!” Sue cried. (Ricimer wasn’t sure that was the most applicable word, but Sue apparently had tastes that went in that direction.) “Have you got anymore of it?”
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Saturnina was the first to see them as they skidded to a halt at the end of the alley. She shrieked and ducked behind her husband, who only then noticed the lion and the two boys. “Well, hey there, kid,” Marius said, as if he was accosted by lions every day. “Didn’t think we’d see you again. Hated to leave you behind and all, but by the time we noticed you weren’t on board we were already out on the Tiber.”
“Like I’d believe that. You ditched me!”
“Hey, I had to play it safe. Even I get boarded sometimes, you know.”
Yes, I have officially won NaNoWriMo. I made my word count at about 12:30 this morning. However, I'm only about halfway through the story with my goal of 25,000, so I'll keep working on it. It had been a long time since I'd written anything, so I'm really happy with how it's been turning out. I need to get back to work on Justice Sword now.
After I do some editing on it, I'll start posting the chapters here, but for now, here's some excerpts for your reading pleasure. And some stirring, NaNoWriMo-finishing music for you to listen to while you read.
Ricimer's caravan of thought stampeded like Hannibal's elephants crossing the Rhone. "What."
"We're go-ing to get mar-ried," Amalasuintha repeated slowly, in Received Gothic, as if she was speaking to a small child. Ricimer resented that. He was flummoxed, not stupid. Besides, he was older than she was.
"Not. A. Chance," he said firmly, once he had recovered slightly.
"Awwwwww," she pouted (from the sound it was a very good pout, maybe even better than his sister's) and flounced out, swishing the curtain wide open.
Through the bright light, he could see at least two guards at the entrance of the tent. Even if he could free his hands he would have no chance of escape without a weapon of some kind.
"Daddyyyyyy!" he heard Amalasuintha wailing. "He says he won't marry meeeee!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Just in case we don’t make it,” Elec continued, “We should probably introduce ourselves first. I really hate facing imminent death with someone I don’t even know.”
This made a lot of sense, so Ricimer began. “My name’s Ricimer, and this is Princess Amalasuintha.”
Elec took another look at Amalasuintha. “Oh, yes, I remember you. You were the one that kept screaming all the time.”
Amalasuintha stuck out her tongue at him.
“I guess I’ll just call you Sue,” Elec added, “It’s easier. You know my name already. I was already planning to get out of here today, so you should be grateful I’m sharing. Just try not to mess things up, okay? We should be able to go in just a minute.”
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“Julius Caesar...” Sue frowned in thought. “He was one of your Emperors, wasn’t he? Is that what the play’s about?”
“No, not really, see, it’s actually about Brutus, who was a senator (and all cool and noble and stuff), but I thought Julius Caesar sounds better as a title (‘cause he’s, like, famous, you know?). Anyway, Brutus kills Julius Caesar because he thinks Caesar’s going to make himself king, but they end up with a king anyway, just a different one, so Brutus kills himself after discovering that his best friend killed himself too. On his birthday. The friend’s, I mean. And then we end up with the glorious Roman Empire. And there is much rejoicing. Wait, let me check my outline.” He quickly examined another scroll. “Yeah, that’s about the way it goes. Except the rejoicing bit, I moved that to Antony and Cleopatra.”
“Awesome!” Sue cried. (Ricimer wasn’t sure that was the most applicable word, but Sue apparently had tastes that went in that direction.) “Have you got anymore of it?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Saturnina was the first to see them as they skidded to a halt at the end of the alley. She shrieked and ducked behind her husband, who only then noticed the lion and the two boys. “Well, hey there, kid,” Marius said, as if he was accosted by lions every day. “Didn’t think we’d see you again. Hated to leave you behind and all, but by the time we noticed you weren’t on board we were already out on the Tiber.”
“Like I’d believe that. You ditched me!”
“Hey, I had to play it safe. Even I get boarded sometimes, you know.”
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