SynapticJam
NaNoWriMo
Anybody here doing NaNoWriMo?  If so, let me know!

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jtmanis
Re: NaNoWriMo
Was writing up until the second before midnight and have barely beat you so far at 3313 words.
SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

Really helps...  More than I thought it would have...  By the way, you're a pussy....  just to let you know... but that'a alright, cause you're gonna die anyway...   Okay, okay I won't make you a pussy, but you will be snuffed...

 

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Twowire
Re: NaNoWriMo

Thanks Jam!

“I still can't tell if that's funny or really scary.”


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SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

And I ain't even done for the day yet Junkies!   In reality the first 2 chapters are complete and total crap.  I know that, but the deadline kept me going and Chapters 3-5 are pretty frickin' cool.  Maybe I don't suck after all!  Besides... Rough Draft..

 

Oh, and before I forget!  DAMN YOU SIGLER!  I'm gonna Kill you in my book!  (If that's okay with you that is).  And not an ultra cool 'die like a man' scenario either... No my friend, you're gonna die like weasal, begging for your life like some crankpot 3rd world dictator when faced with the actual size of his own wang!  You come out with a new Nocturnal, just as I'm getting going!  I'm saving it for a commute, where normally I woulda just sniffed that shit up like the coke that it is!  I took the time to listen to the Stank Announcement, and while that just plain ol' rocked grandma's nickers right off of her, it doesn't get you off the hook for jackin' me over with the new nocturnal episode that I can't listen to until I get another couple of thousand words down!  Do you feel it?!?  Do you feel the pain?  The Heat?  The almost insufferable explosive RAGE!  ARGH!!!! 

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gmanvsfreeman
Re: NaNoWriMo

I wrote 1444 words to a fan-fic for nocturnal. me and someone else were planning it for a while and I just got around to typing it. I'm thinking that depending on how much I ca nget done by the end of the week I might sign up and try to put together a "novel" of fan-fiction stories I would write. Not only from Sigler's stories but maybe also from TZC.

G-Man

I am gman's "spider fingers".

G-Man

"I used to be obsessed with a tv show about people acting like jackasses. I think it was called dumbass" - Earl Hickey

SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

5,684 Words...   Still trying to get to the really good parts too!

 Quick simple excerpt:


Normally, a mid-level manager would not have the permissions to create user accounts, but Mr. Moriss had insisted that he be given domain level administrative permissions because as he had said:  “This is my network damn it!  And you work for me!  I should have the same rights on this network as you do!”  Of course, he had then proceeded to access the main file and print server and believing he was simply giving himself access, replaced ‘all’ of the permissions on ‘all’ of the files on the server;  Effectively wiping out the existing permissions structure.  Mr. Morris could get to everything.  The rest of the company?  Not so much.  It had taken Nick and Susan 2 days to get everything back to normal.  For his part in it, Mr. Moriss’ had refused to take any of the blame and had chalked it up to “general network problems”.  Nick chuckled as he remembered this; then once again, he was snapped back into reality as he heard a door close across the office floor and his heart jumped up his throat to take up residence somewhere near his tonsils.  

 

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ogreoregon
Re: NaNoWriMo
Jam, I signed up too but half the time my computer does not work, it has nothing to do with me however, really it doesn't.  I have written some, but do I wait untill I am finished or do I send them stuff each day? do I enter my wordcount as I work or do they enter the wordcount after I send my stuff to them? I am also signed in as ogreoregon, same as here, but I am already feeling a little lost.
*I am the Rear Admiral but Sigler gives the Orders*
*I am the Rear Admiral but Sigler gives the Orders*
SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

It's tough getting onto the site right now, but here's kind of how it works...

You just keep on writing, and whenever you feel like it, log onto the site.

Go to "MyNaNoWriMo" and then "Edit Novel Info". 

A page will come up with places to give your novel more information:

a name

an author

a synopsis

an excerpt

and right near the top is a place for wordcount....

If they have the word counter enabled, you could use that, on mine they don't.

 

Just click in the blank for word count and enter however many words you have.

Then go to the bottom and click on submit.

It will then go to a page with your novel info on it including your new wordcount.

The little blue bar will start to move for you as well.

 

 

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SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

I got around to topping off my hip flask with scotch...  I've only been using it for a day and a half, but man i must have been tugging at it more than I thought!  Go ahead and try to do something underhanded and dirty with THAT!  You degenerate bastards!

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jtmanis
Re: NaNoWriMo

A quick excerpt:

 

     The doors in front of them opened up as they pushed them open and they were greeted with a blue hallway. Not a ‘blue’ highway, as in the adjective of describing someone with a dirty mouth, such as Leon, but as in the color. The entire eighth grade wing was themed with one thing: The color blue. Dark blue floor tiles, light blue walls, and very light blue ceilings were just some of the most noticeable blue things among the most minute blue details of the hallway. Why the hell the school had decided to Smurf-ify that wing, he had no idea. Some of the other students had asked why, and even the teachers didn’t know. If he could find the architect of the school, Leon would probably end up beating him to death with a can of blue paint. The only downside to that plot would be that the paint can could rupture and spray even more blue paint onto the walls, much to the chagrin to others.

Twowire
Re: NaNoWriMo

Like it could have come from some personal experience? It reminds me of some of the supervisor I've known. Keep it coming Jam! 

“I still can't tell if that's funny or really scary.”


KISS'd by Sigler
. Honored recipient of the 2009 "Iron Man" Award.
*Member of the Wolfpack* Funky Name Brotha, Gutter Brethren & Pusher Thrice Over!

SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

Gotta fly!!!!

 

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Gmork
Re: NaNoWriMo
Twowire, your knife gutting knowledge is making me shake in my boots!
Twowire
Re: NaNoWriMo

Just an old farm boy thats done his share of hunt'n.

“I still can't tell if that's funny or really scary.”


KISS'd by Sigler
. Honored recipient of the 2009 "Iron Man" Award.
*Member of the Wolfpack* Funky Name Brotha, Gutter Brethren & Pusher Thrice Over!

SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

Bite on that one!  Har!

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SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

I'm gonna have to buy some more scotch...  I seem to be racing through this bottle.  Dewars... not too bad.  couldn't bring myself to buy the real expensive stuff...  

SynapticJam on Toast - hhhmmm... tastes like chicken (aka PUVJK) #3 in crack hits (Special?  Ain't I just)

hhhmmm...  SynapticJam on Toast - hhhmmm... tastes like chicken (aka PUVJK) #? in crack hits (Special?  Ain't I just)  Multiple S.H.I.T. Award Recipient!  Double Dipper and Triple Threat!  All-around uberjunkie!

JP
Re: NaNoWriMo
We should write something. Whaddaya think?

 

- "Hey, I'll teach you to laugh at something funny!" -Homer Simpson (Angry and strangling Bart for laughing at him.)

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SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

Ticked up to 10,021 at lunch today...  Pretty good shit too!  I'm enjoying this NaNoWriMo thing waaaay too much....

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gmanvsfreeman
Re: NaNoWriMo

G-Man

I am gman's "spider fingers".

G-Man

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jtmanis
Re: NaNoWriMo
Scrivener crashed on me after I left it open for a while when I went to school. Came back and almost died. I had ~11k words when I left, and my last save was at 7,860 words. Damn you Jam; were it not for the crash I'd be ahead of you!
SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

Check out this excerpt:

Mabel Winston was excited.  She was so excited she was jiggling, and Mabel Winston never jiggled.  She glanced around the bus in excited anticipation.  She had been saving for this particular event for over a year, scrimping and scraping from every social security check and every dividend payment she’d received since she first learned of ‘the show’.  While Mabel jiggled, a small murmur of conversation permeated the interior of the deluxe motor coach.  It was a large tour bus destined for Los Vegas and the show of a lifetime, its huge wheels chewing up the miles as it rumbled down the highway. Spontaneously, someone broke into song, warbling out in a high pitched sqeek,  “Far.  We’ve been traveling far.  Without a home, but not without a star!”  As if on queue a dozen other voices, as equally bad as the first joined in and Mabel just couldn’t help herself and belted out in her enormous alto: “Freeee, only want to be freeeee!  We huddle close, hang on to a dreeeeam!”   By this time everyone else had joined in and the windows of the bus rattled with the cacophony of discordant voices. “On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America”
 The raucous noise continued unabated for the next 5 minutes, as they repeated the chorus over and over again. “They're coming to America,
They're coming to America,
They're coming to America,
They're coming to America,
Today, today, today, today, today!”
 Gordon Burns wanted to die.  He wanted someone to take an ice pick and shove it into his right ear, feel it slide through the middle of his brain, and exit his left ear. Anything would be better than this he thought.  Gordon, or Gordie to his friends (none of which were on this bus at the moment thank you very much), had taken this job as a way to earn extra cash for flying lessons at his local municipal airport.  He was ready to take his instrumentation exam and he really needed the money to pay for the flying hours.   But if he had to listen to one more bad rendition of “Girl, you’ll be a woman soon”, “I am I said”, or “September Morn”, he would seriously go postal!  He was sorely tempted to scream “You better be quiet!”  “Don’t make me pull this bus over!” Or even “Don’t make me come back there!”  Instead all he could do was repeat over and over to himself “Are we there yet?” “Are we there yet?”  “Are we there yet?”  “Are we there yet?”    Sigh.   The Neil Diamond Summer Love Tour Bus, Vegas bound with about thirty blue haired biddies continued to make is slow way oblivious to the world around it, a rousing chorus of “Sweet Caroline” muffled, but clearly audible serenading the surrounding countryside as they went. Gordon was squinting his eyes against the pain and throbbing in his cranium.  He was so focused on the road ahead and rendered virtually deaf by the toneless biddy brigade, that he did not notice the flashing blue lights behind him.  Nor did he notice the blaring of sirens that every desert animal for 20 miles heard.  He did not even notice the helicopter as it went “whup whup whup” above the bus.  It was only when a state patrolman whizzed past him, changed into his lane and slowed down in front of him that he took any notice of his surroundings.  As he made to pull the bus over to the side of the road, the singing stopped and Gordie couldn’t hold back a blessed sigh of relief.  He thanked God for whatever ‘sound ordinance’ he was sure the ladies had broken.  As he pulled the big vehicle to a stop, he noticed about 30 large people wearing bullet-proof vests and carrying a rather lethal array of weaponry exiting from transport vehicles behind the bus.  The men, and probably women, he couldn’t tell from the riot gear and facemasks, surrounded the bus and pointed their guns menacingly in his general direction.  Gordie almost pissed himself.  When he opened the door, a half dozen combat troops wearing camouflage poured onto the bus and pointed their guns at everyone, seemingly at the same time.  Fully a third of the old ladies on the bus promptly swooned and then fainted.     After smelling salts were administered to the semi-unconscious (he was pretty sure at least some of them were faking), Gordie was grabbed roughly and dragged outside, along with everyone else from the bus.  Every last one of the poor old ladies were bustled out and placed beside the bus, hands behind their heads.  The sobbing was almost as bad as the singing.  Almost.  The military people began to frisk everyone, pouring out contents of pockets, purses, even knitting bags.  Steadily, a pile of lacy underwear began to form on the ground as the ladies looked sheepishly on.  There were at least a few recitations of “That’s not mine!” and a couple exclaimed “oh dear, how did that get in there” Finally, one of the police pulled a cell phone from Mabel’s knitting bag and held it up.  All of the law enforcement personnel on the scene, all 35 of them lowered their guns.

 

 

 

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SynapticJam
Re: NaNoWriMo

I'm bookin!   

 

If these longish excerpts are too much for you let me know...  This is why I wanted something fun!

 

Cassandra lived alone.  She was always alone.  She would often lament to herself, that even in a crowd of people she was still alone.  It had been this way since she began her adult life as a fourteen year old runaway.  As often happens with runaways, she immediately fell in with the wrong crowd, but when you’re hungry and cold, you’ll take what you can get from whoever will give it to you, and at any price.  In that dark time, she’d done a lot of things she was definitely not proud of, and most of those things she refused to acknowledge had happened, much less remembered.  But there were times, when the sun had set and she was alone with her own thoughts that the pain would return, squeezing the humanity from her and leaving nothing but an animalistic husk that resembled anything but a human being.  Those were the nights she cried.  The rest of the time she shrouded herself in the insane bravado of what she perceived to be an adult persona, closed to the world, and all that she dreamed the world might have to offer.   

Not long after she had made a name for herself as the kid who’d do anything to anyone, she was forced to do a ‘favor’ for a local gang.  They forced her to seduce the leader of a rival gang and lure him into a trap where he would be killed over a small strip of territory, barely ten city blocks long.  The ruse had worked so well, that the leader of the gang, known on the street as JP, made a deal and ‘rented’ her out to the local organized crime syndicate boss, Mr. White, who supplied his gang with drugs.  Once again, she performed her duties flawlessly and JP was rewarded for it with a discount.  The next time Mr. White wanted to avail her of her services, he offered her a job.  Naturally, she took it.  JP had become bored with her, and as the saying on the street went, when JP got bored, she got bruised.   

 

SynapticJam on Toast - hhhmmm... tastes like chicken (aka PUVJK) #3 in crack hits (Special?  Ain't I just)

hhhmmm...  SynapticJam on Toast - hhhmmm... tastes like chicken (aka PUVJK) #? in crack hits (Special?  Ain't I just)  Multiple S.H.I.T. Award Recipient!  Double Dipper and Triple Threat!  All-around uberjunkie!

jtmanis
Re: NaNoWriMo
You're making me look bad with your larger-than-mine word count.
jtmanis
Re: NaNoWriMo
And I'm done for tonight.
MuchAdo
Re: NaNoWriMo

12, 15, 20 year???? Brand?????

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