NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (9)

Participant-2014-Square-Button     Terra opened her eyes instinctively, but saw only the byzantium pool still holding her body lithe and graceful.  She closed them again and remembered the lighted strings that had formed chords as their ends became absorbed into her body.  But they were not here now, at least she did not see them – with her eyes.  She focused on her thoughts and feelings, her history and experience.

Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).


NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (8)

. . . they advanced on the raging crowds as they surrounded them, protecting the allies as they allowed the enemy to flank their defenses.  When the first line of attack was within sight, they used optical links to form a single connection with each, used this as leverage to quickly form a deeper bond, and sought the next line to repeat the tactic.  The rebellious Spindellite dwellers had long since let their knowledge of the kindred connection fade; Participant-2014-Square-Buttonthey had dismissed it into a category they could explain away as superstition.  They did not know how to defend themselves, nor did they understand there was even a need for protection from the eyes of the Lorgose, and each new wave continued the attacked.  When linked with the largest number each could manage, the Lorgose used the volumes they had snared to magnify the bond’s effects.  I cannot describe the scene in great detail, except to say that entire nations, clans, and squads (as their chosen hierarchies had defined) were hit by the consuming voltage at once, and fell to the ground as if a switch had been turned.

Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).

NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (6)

Drove by miles of slash pile fires in a dark 330am world coming home from a late shift at work. Cold mist & smoke framed burning orange pyre colonies. An idea formed for an incredible plot twist that’s going to take my #NaNoWriMo to a whole new level.  So here’s a little background to the original plot.

     The Spindellar Ordinance was clear in its directives:  eye to eye contact was forbidden unless medically approved or in the practice of medicine.  Spindellar was the oldest of the laws handed down through the ages by the Ancestors who colonized Kepler-Z.  Unlike other laws, it even explained the dangers and need for its existence.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonNamed after the the now extinct previous inhabitants of the world they now populated, the ordinance was a mix of science, religion, and history.  It explained the electrophysics in brief about how, for some species in space, the combination of the planet’s natural magnetic forces along with the psychotensive elements many (including humans) radiated, eye contact could cause subversive internal bio-damage.  It was tantamount to murderous intent to break the ordinance.  The history of the Spindellites was proof that beings of less cohesive character could exploit this fact and affect genocide.

Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).


1973 Chevy Nova SS

One morning this week I left my house in a rush.  I tossed some bags in my car from the passenger side and as I was walking to the driver’s side, I spotted a person walking down my street.  Since I haven’t been around often to be neighborly (I only moved in this cute little rental about a month ago) … and since I haven’t received any baked goods or invites to friendly poker games (I’m crushed) … I decided I better wave and smile.

{Pause here because I feel I need to address that thought some of you had.}  Yeah.  That’s right.  I didn’t wave and smile out of sheer human kindness or interest in another human being.  Unlike some folks who are socially wired and anxious to be around other people often – I am wired different.  I need solitude and time to think.  I need space and books to devour.  I enjoy a few close and trusted friends, but am not the typical “Blue” who is the complete opposite of my “Green” and benefits from a multitude of friendships of various depths and would love to pull up a chair right now and sit next to you – smiling.  In this particular case, I made a calculated effort to be “friendly” after determining from my head, not my heart, that it was the right thing to do.

{And continuing…}  So I waved.  I smiled.  He/she {that’s right, I didn’t look long enough to find out and I certainly wasn’t going out of my way to make eye contact} waved and did a little nod but no smile was recorded in the millisecond I assessed the response.

I jumped in my car and cranked the engine.  Now here I must pause again and paint a bit more of this picture for you.  When I write “cranked my engine,” I need you to visualize.  This was not the engine of a 1972 Chevy Nova 350hp SS.  I drive a 2005 Toyota Yaris Hatchback.  So when I write that I quickly plugged in my iPod and hit play on my current audiobook, shifted the manual stick into reverse and clicked my seatbelt, well … you get it.

As I mentioned, I was in a hurry.  When I cranked the wheel to back out of my driveway (did I mention that my driveway is big enough for four Yaris vehicles?) … I was still processing the wave/smile exchange and wondering if I should have devoted a little more time or maybe put a voice to it like – “Morning!”  Do I really need to explain that people like me have to think about things like that?

Toyota Yaris II

Point is – I backed up in the shape of a little “C” all within the confines of my driveway.  That means I messed up my depth perception and cranked too much.  This resulted in a maneuver that made me look like one of those remote controlled cars kids get for Christmas that bump into something and reverse in a tight circle and go again until they’re out of a tight spot.  But WAIT!  As if that wasn’t silly enough, get this –

In an effort to extricate myself from this awkward situation quickly (I’m thinking, “Who cares about the smile/wave fiasco now; I just need to save some face.”) I stepped a little too hard on the gas pedal and my back wheels (remember – YARIS HATCHBACK) spun the gravel from my driveway flying.

I just cringed.  I laughed a little too.  Well, I did.  But I’ll tell you what I didn’t do as I eased off the gas pedal and drove my silly behind to work.  I sure as heck didn’t make eye contact.