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Post by Louisa on Mar 18, 2011 9:04:09 GMT -5
I think all kids (at least, ones in Canada where there is some form of wood) gets splinters. I know I had at least 5, and I love books
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Post by marsbareater12 on Mar 19, 2011 9:29:10 GMT -5
I hate them myself Horrible things Uhh, the splinters that is, not the books
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Post by Louisa on Mar 19, 2011 22:54:44 GMT -5
Haha splinters aren't so bad You just have to be careful with wood
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Post by marsbareater12 on Mar 21, 2011 5:30:07 GMT -5
Or avoid it, like Davy...
Ugh. Only at 6.7k on my MarNo. Not. Going. Well!
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Post by Louisa on Mar 21, 2011 8:36:33 GMT -5
Haha And you can do it! Just ignore every single other thing, and just concentrate on writing, and just write!
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Post by marsbareater12 on Mar 22, 2011 1:50:06 GMT -5
Ignore every single other thing? -laughs- Well, handwrote some today, so that's...good, I guess. I need to type it up now though
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Post by Louisa on Mar 22, 2011 13:56:30 GMT -5
Good mars And ignoring everything else is possible, if very hard! You can do it!
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Mar 22, 2011 15:20:41 GMT -5
I hope you do good at working on writing what you hand wrote Mars, and putting it in your computer for you novel or novels, good luck, with your word count and novels for this year Mars!
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Post by marsbareater12 on Mar 25, 2011 21:36:17 GMT -5
Thanks Lou and Marie! Ack! My thread at the bottom of the list? This shall NOT do! (Look! Look! Pretty new banner!)
1. Plan out at least 1/2 of [Untitled-Japan] 2. Bug people for a title for [Untitled-Japan] 3. Write 40,000 words 4. Read 20 books for No&Be
April is going to be different for me This isn't going to be just on one novel like it has been for Feb and March. I'm going to work on whatever I want!
-cheers weakly-
[Untitled-Japan] is based on the backstory from my short Write for Japan piece. A small summary....
Jim Akro, a man who’s always done what his father told him and has very rarely disagreed with him, graduates valedictorian. He thinks he’s taking a gap year, but in actual fact, his father is going to make him work at the architecture firm he started, Conceptual Designs, one of the biggest in America. Jim wants to be a bookbinder, he loves books, but he can’t get any past his father ever since they were taken away from the house for interfering with his studying. At 23, he is placed in a marriage to protect Conceptual Designs. Two years later, after meeting a Japanese man in an online chatroom, he realizes that he is gay. The problem? His wife will do anything to keep him to herself.
When you realize your whole life has been fake, how can you be sure what is real?
( livejournal updated as well )
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Post by Louisa on Mar 25, 2011 21:40:40 GMT -5
Oooh! When can I read it?
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Post by SianaBlackwood on Mar 25, 2011 21:48:34 GMT -5
You could call the story Untitled in Japan...
Er... Conceptual Bindings?
I usually pick a time and then decide that the next song to come on (random playlist) will have something to do with the story and get the title from the lyrics somewhere. Maybe you could do something like that.
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Post by marsbareater12 on Mar 25, 2011 21:50:31 GMT -5
I quite like Conceptual Bindings Siana. I'll try the song thing as well-but Conceptual Bindings is good!
Lou-I've hardly started writing the thing!
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Post by SianaBlackwood on Mar 26, 2011 6:48:15 GMT -5
Glad you like the title, Mars.
It sounds like a really good story, too. Only... are you really going to kill Taro, and if so is Jim's wife the murderer?
(I'm on Marno at the same time, so I read the Write for Japan thing)
Sounds like it's going to get intense!
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Post by Louisa on Mar 26, 2011 17:56:02 GMT -5
Haha Write faster then! I'll race you with HH!
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Post by marsbareater12 on Mar 27, 2011 0:31:18 GMT -5
Lou, there is NO way I'm going to race you! That's lost before it's even begun! Siana-I was trying to figure out how you knew about Taro, heh. And, just to be mean, I'm not going to answer your question! Muhaha! MarNo up to 15k! It's gone crazy though-literally! Look at this Reena didn’t appear to notice his difficulties, not even when his fingers slipped off her. He tried to grab at her head, to keep it from smashing onto the ground, but he missed every time. There was no cry of pain, no register that she’d even moved, but Davy till felt like he’d let her don. He went to reach out to her, but found his arms bound behind his back by terrifying monsters. “Let me go!” he attempted to shout, but the words came out garbled and strange. “Let me go!” He tried to kick, but he couldn’t move his body. Looking back, he realized that his legs were bolted to the ground. A strangled cry escaped him as the monsters let him go. This time it was him that crashed to the ground, and it felt like the whole cabin was coming with him, the walls tumbling down, the roof over his head. He could hear the sounds, and gasped, begged, pleaded, but nothing would come out of his mouth. Reena was staring at him with glassy eyes, a completely blank look on her face. No. No. He needed her. Futilely, he struggled against the bounds, but they wouldn’t move. He was being kept in place as his world tumbled down around him.
And then later... The part of his mind that was logical told him he was going round the bend, that this wasn’t real, but soon enough that had wasted away, taking the spoilers with it. Whenever it had cropped up it had spoiled his mood, and Reena had to coax him out to talk to the rabbit. Grace had become her new best friend. Although Reena was in her twenties, she acted like Graces age, six. If Davy couldn’t find Reena, he’d immidately go to the pond, where they’d be running down the hill together, or splashing in the water with radiant smiles on both their faces. Sometimes he joined them; sometimes he stayed back and talked to Mr. Rabbit. He was a cute little thing, also nibbling at the edges of their clothes, no matter how many times they playfully scolded them. Davy was content to sit there and talk though while watching Reena play. She was happy, he was happy, that was all that mattered. And then, even later... The door crumbled as Davy was dragged through it, the wood giving up no fight to Peter’s strength. He screamed when he got out into the hallway, left their little world and was thrust into one full of demons. Heat surrounded him, hands clawing at his skin, mouths nipping at his neck. He let out another scream, and attempted to get back into the safe forest, but Peter wouldn’t let him/. IN fact, he was simply ignoring him, dragging him past the demons like it was normal. “Please,” Dvay sobbed. “Please. I can’t stay here! I need to go back to Reena, need to protect her from these things-“He yelped as a vampire swooped in, grabbing his hand and biting into it. Peter was dragging both this vampire and Davy along now, but he didn’t seem to even notice. The blood red eyes stared up at Peter, full of malice, full of a chilling hunger. “Please.”
Yeah. He's crazy. What was your first clue? xD
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Post by marielaurent2223 on Mar 27, 2011 14:48:50 GMT -5
I love the excerpt to your novel Mars it is really awesome good work on writing your novels for next month in April and reaching your word count too Mars!
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Post by SianaBlackwood on Mar 28, 2011 4:54:42 GMT -5
Wow, Davy has really gone round the bend...
Mars, if you were writing from Peter's POV instead, did he use the door handle or really just barge straight through and smash the door?
No, you don't have to answer that either, and I didn't expect an answer to the question about Taro because if it was my story I probably wouldn't know the answer yet anyway...
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Post by Louisa on Mar 28, 2011 10:49:54 GMT -5
Mars, sounds like fun, and haha You should still try!
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Post by marsbareater12 on Mar 30, 2011 0:08:03 GMT -5
There was no door Siana...The whole cottage/forest doesn't exisit.
Lou-Try to keep it with Davy? No way! Peters much more fun!
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Post by Louisa on Mar 30, 2011 10:35:36 GMT -5
No, still try and race me!
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