Here's the prologue thing from my NaNo project.  I still don't have a name for this story; I'll be lucky if I ever come up with a title on my own.  Feh.

Anyway, this has gone through a single revision.  It's still fairly rough, but it's not as raw as it was in November.

( Prologue )

Now, before I present the first excerpt I'm willing to share from my NaNo project, I am compelled to remind you that the point of NaNoWriMo is quantity over quality.  I'm racing to write 50,000 words before midnight on 30 November, which means I've not yet had a chance to read over or revise any of the pages or scenes I've written.  So the ( Read more... )

This is the start to a short story that somehow lost its way.  I can't for the life of me remember what the point of this story was supposed to be; I just remember it was an exercise in writing something that had nothing to do with Fox or Max.  I like the beginning well enough, I just wish I could remember the middle and the end.  I keep hoping ( Read more... )

The following is what I've always considered to be the reader's introduction to Fox.  Again, those of you who know me also know that in high school, I created Fox as my alter ego, and it was through recording her stories that I began to develop my love of writing.  She's evolved with me over the years, as you'll likely see in later entries.  But ( Read more... )

Ahhh, Max.  Many of you who know me in real life are all too familiar with the General.  You've heard me blather on endlessly about him, you've read bits of my stories in which he makes an appearance, and you've probably caught me talking to him, much to my embarassment.  Some of you have even experienced him or have been visited by him yourselves ( Read more... )

The following is a quick reaction piece I wrote on the afternoon of 11 September 2001.  At the time, I really wasn't conscious of what I wrote, I was just so twisted up inside, and taking pen to paper was the only thing I knew to do.  It's strange how, despite the numb horror I felt that day (and week. . . and month. . .), I distinctly remember ( Read more... )