For those of you completely in the dark ages, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. It takes place each November and, while it is called “national” it is very international. For the month of November, participants try to write 50,000 words in a single manuscript. This comes out to, roughly, 1667 words per day. It has to be a novel that you have not written before (so no editing re-writes) and it cannot be a book of short stories. It has to be one single brand spankin’ new novel.
This is how Butch Girls Can Fix Anything was born. I wrote the original draft in November ’04. It was my first NaNo, too. I have participated, and finished, in every one since except for last year. Failed miserably. I don’t think I got a thousand words.
So I am going to try it again. No, I am going to do it again. I will finish. I will.
Bouncing ideas around. For some reason, they have biblical names. Genesis, Exodus, and Pentecost. Genesis will probably be renamed Generations or The Genesis Generation or The Generation of Genesis. All Science Fiction although Pentecost may lean more into the Fantasy genre.
Genesis/Generation – those left behind to clean up Earth after everyone else has left. Genetically (virally?) modified to live longer (forever?) so the work can be done.
- Genesis – n: a coming into being
- All the people living at the same time or of approximately the same age
- Group of genetically related organisms constituting a single step in the line of descent
- A stage of technological development or innovation (“the third generation of computers”)
Generation:
Exodus – those who left Earth; left a hostile (pissed off) Earth
- A journey by a large group to escape from a hostile environment
Pentecost – Earth speaks
- (Judaism) Jewish holy day celebrated on the sixth of Sivan to celebrate Moses receiving the Ten Commandments
All are related to the perpetually researched SF I’ve had in the works for years: Centric. I thought I could finally get it down on paper last year but failed. It is a wonderful story with cool directions – as long as it stays in my head. Every effort to make it real fails. Self-fulfilling prophecy?