A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

"In skating over thin ice, our safety is our speed."

Sunday, October 30, 2011

29th October, 2011

H'oooooookay. So very lame. I suck at keeping up with journals, blogs and - well, just about everything. Ignore me.

So, for those of you still following this, and for those of you who don't know: this year things are going to be a little bit interesting. This year I am going to attempt to take part in NaNoWriMo whilst studying abroad. In America. Chapel Hill, North Carolina to be exact. Omg. This is going to be crazy!

Having said that, so far I'm not freaking out too hard. I have a basic plot, some basic characters, and a determination to have fun. I'll keep this entry nice and short and just post up that little synopsis from the NaNo site. Hopefully soon I'll have a character sketch of some kind, but I can see tomorrow and Monday being very hectic. Halloween is a bigger deal out here, and I also volunteer at the local animal shelter on weekends. GAAH. I'm setting myself up for a tough deal this year. -___-

But whatever. I'm happy and excited. And my plot is batshit insane. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG??

Synopsis:

Persephone and Eris have always been close. Or at least, Persey has spent most of her life cleaning up her sister's messes. They join "The Great Jeremiah Bach's Travelling Circus" with the hopes that things will be different for them here, that they will be able to start afresh.

And things do change - but not necessarily for the better. The people are nice enough, and the jobs aren't hard, but there's something a little bit strange about the whole set-up. There is a talking tiger who plays dead for a living; a chicken man who can sprout feathers at will; a woman who has had more affairs than her husband (which isn't the strangest but makes Persey feel odd); a man called Avel who lives in the "basement" (only nobody knows where the basement actually is); and a strange cloud that follows them wherever they go, like a perpetual storm is brewing over their heads. The star of the show is a unicorn called Nightverse - but none of the troupe members will say the creature's name, and nobody can even tell Persey why.
To top it all off, ever since they arrived Eris has been acting strangely. She avoids Persey's questions about where she goes late at night, and has a worrying knack for always being around when the worst of the trouble kicks off. Persey is beginning to get a little suspicious that Jeremiah Bach might not be telling her the whole truth.

The problem is, it's hard to pin down exactly what the problem is - because everything here is just the tiniest little bit outré. And then, of course, there is that rabbit hole...

So, yeah. That's a thing.

Also, I got nominated for 30 Covers, 30 Days again. Last year I didn't make the final cut. This year I hope to be a little luckier. Although, just being chosen for this is exciting enough. It means somebody is interesting in my novel. SOMEBODY IN THE WORLD CARES. That, in itself, is a mircale, folks. Truly.

1 day 23 hrs 26 mins until NaNoWriMo 2011

posted by Kitty Taylor at 4:34 am

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I'm a 23 year old female, who spends much too much of her time online, and in the book store. I'm in love with writing, and reading and anything mildly creative, really. In the future I'd like to write professionally, because it's something that I know would be perfect for me, but until I come up with best selling material that will keep me in the moneys, I think I'll just head for whatever I can get. Got contacts in the writing business? Let me know, I'd love to learn more about it.

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Kitty's blog is entirely fictional, and not based on anything real or otherwise. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? it's hard cheese facts of life. This is a NaNoWriMo (and other various writing-related) journal, to see more about this visit www.nanowrimo.org