A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

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

Thursday, October 11, 2012

11th October 2012

Okay! So, everybody knows that NaNoWriMo really begins when a person gets their plot. Well, for me, that would be today. Granted, I forced it to come to me because this year I'm on something of a tight schedule, but a forced plot that is fun is better than no plot at all! (especially because, let's face it, the damn things have got to come from somewhere...)

So what is this plot, you ask?

It's not complicated. Yet. It's a story about a girl who finds out she isn't who she thought she was. And there is intrigue. And death and magic. And all of that usual business.

Here is the summary I put up on the NaNoWriMo website:

One cold December night, Florence Tanner receives an invitation to a party. Lo has no friends, no enemies, no family; so who would invite her and why? She decides to take the chance, compelled by some unrealised fear to change her life for the better. What she finds instead is a hulking mansion, and eight other people she has never met.

And their host has an interesting proposition for his guests. Stop the Night King and regain their rightful places as ministers in the cabinet of the Wren Court. The problem is, Lo has never heard of the Night King, or the Wren Court; and she certainly doesn't have the skills required to stage a political coup.


Oh, and there's another problem. Their host will not let them leave until they have made a decision.


Sounds fun? I hope so. Sounds boring? Probably. I don't care. =D

Now, I have approximately 20 days until this wonderful nightmare kicks off again for another year (god can we believe this is year eight for Kitty?), so I really ought to get my butt in gear and work on those school projects some - before I can't/don't want to any more.

T-minus 20 days! Until NaNoWriMo 2012.

posted by Kitty Taylor at 9:34 pm

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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