Nanowrimo 2022 - Tumblr Posts
NaNoWriMo Day One
WIP: Archmaker
Goal: One scene per day or 1667 words per day, whichever comes first.
Progress: Finished scene one (Introductory Hunt; 1539 words) and scene two (Home Alone; 850 words). Started scene three (Council Meeting; currently 34 words).
Word Count Today: 2423
Word Count Total: 2423
Favorite Line:
The twang of a crossbow catches all of us, I think, by surprise. I glance back to see Evan Musterfeld, wiggled slightly further out of his grave, paralyzed once more by a crossbow bolt to the chest and a man I don’t recognize reloading a heavy-looking crossbow. Another wave of dizziness sends me to the ground as I relax my grip on the cane. I fall slowly, controlled, pulling a classic stake from the sheath at my side and sinking it with my full body weight into the banshee’s heart. Her face freezes in a look of pain. I pull my cane from her abdomen, click the stakes back to the side so it’s a functional aid again, and shove myself slowly to my feet, legs tensed to force blood back to my heart and brain. My face is hot with anger. “Somehow the Premier sent you both too soon and too late,” I bite out.
Last Line:
The library is a lively place once the patrons arrive. But in the early morning, when it’s just me and the opening librarian and the spiral staircase behind the genealogy section, it’s almost eerie.
NaNoWriMo Day Two
WIP: Archmaker
Goal: One scene per day or 1667 words per day, whichever comes first.
Progress: Finished scene three (1266 words), scene four (850 words), scene five (539 words), worked on scene six (currently 921 words).
Word Count Today: 3616
Word Count Total: 6039
Favorite Line:
The silence in the Council chamber is deafening. My voice breaks it. “I have never consented to take on an apprentice, Premier. I have always worked alone.” The Premier sits. “Rhi, I have humored your request for years to not give you an apprentice. It simply is not fair to all the other hunters.” I laugh. “First you put me on vampire infant duty, and then you force me to accept a random wandering hunter’s assistance on the most basic of cases, and now you want me to take on a student? A liability? What’s next, Premier? Shall I put on a black robe and repeat your words in a spooky voice?” I take a deep breath, recommit to professionalism. “Respectfully, I don’t see how the logic follows.” “Your new assignment waits upstairs.” The Premier’s voice is firm, but retains the crackly quality of the ancient vocal cords she retains. I unfold my cane, shaking it out to it’s full length as the elastic snaps it into place. Cane down, left foot, right foot. I stand to my full height, using the cane only for balance. “She will continue to wait.”
Last Line:
I ride the elevator up to the second floor and by the time I find my room I’m ready to be horizontal for a few minutes. I don’t even bother to latch the deadbolt before wrestling the crutch off my arm and flinging myself onto a bed, clean blankets crumpling beneath my just-got-off-a-train body.
NaNoWriMo Day Three
WIP: Archmaker
Goal: One scene per day or 1667 words per day, whichever comes first.
Progress: Finished scene six (1987 words) and scene seven (971 words), and started on scene eight (currently 186 words).
Word Count Today: 2223
Word Count Total: 8262
Favorite Line:
I follow him to a room that reminds me of my first foster mom’s walk in closet, at least in size if not function. There’s no windows, but there are drapes on the walls around a mural of a night sky with a crescent moon. A few frames are mounted on the walls, each containing some form of certification or license, which I assume he needs to have on hand in case this place gets inspected. One of them is a Masters degree in social work, which makes sense, considering his job. The desk is comically tiny, and he sits at it like an older brother facilitating a tea party.
Last Line:
This almost feels like a test: can I ascertain the correct coffee drink to get this girl on the first try with only the hint of what flavor she likes? The kid working the cash register isn’t wearing a name tag; he’s round, with long dark hair pulled into a neat ponytail. He’s maybe 20, just old enough to not have to be in school right now but young enough he looks out of place compared to the other baristas, most of whom look in their upper thirties to forties.
I wrote almost 2k words today but I am exhausted so we dont get a nano update post today. I'm going to see how much I can write tomorrow, maybe I can open up my laptop while I'm actually working and get some words in between patients since our store manager isnt in tomorrow. Genuinely kicking myself for not making 2k even though I did make par
I forgot to update yesterday but I did hit par! I did a lot of exposition since it's an apprenticeship story and I'm fighting the urge to go back and change how its delivered. I'm at almost 17k, which is so fucking exciting!! this is the best I've ever done at nano
I want to do NaNoWriMo but I have no time and I still have another wip I haven’t finished yet 😩😩
Danny and Red Hood being the menace duo is part of my life line!! I need moorrreeee!!!!!🤤😍
NaNoWriMo Day #15
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Tim stared at the young red-headed woman sitting across from him in mutual horror. He couldn't remember exactly how he'd gotten into this situation, the last thing he could remember for sure was the fact he'd been on five consecutive days without sleep, which, really, meant anything could have happened between then and now.
A glowing green sausage landed in between him and the young woman, who looked an awful lot like Babs, now that he thought about it, with a slight splat, before getting up and releasing a tiny war cry. It was about to charge Tim when a green blast from his right put the food item out of its misery. Throughout all this, Tim and the young woman never broke eye contact.
"—tom, that menace. If it knows what's good for it, it'll stay far away from Amity Park once we finish the upgrades to the Fenton Strainer! Aren't the two of you hungry? You're letting the ecto-sausages escape!" The man to Tim's left exclaimed. He was wearing some type of orange and black hazmat suit, his hair was black, though it was greying on the sides, and his ice blue eyes held a manic glint to them that Tim didn't like.
The redhead stood up suddenly and cleared her throat. "Sorry, dad, uh, Danny and I just realized we forgot to clean the ecto-filters on the portal, again. May we be excused? We'll grab something to eat later, alright? Love you, thanks! Goodnight!" She said as she rounded the table, grabbing Tim's arm in a white knuckled grip on her way past him into the basement. She shut the door rather pointedly and shuffled him down the stairs into a rather cliche modern mad scientist lab. As Tim glanced around the lab, the Babs lookalike started pacing back and forth, muttering under her breath. Finally, after almost two full minutes of this, she paused and took a deep breath before turning to look at him. "You're not Danny," she declared.
Tim stared at her for a moment. "I'm glad we're both on the same page about that. Who's Danny?"
She gazed at him thoughtfully. "He's my brother. Why do you look so much like my brother? There's way too much resemblance for you to simply be his doppelganger."
"How should I know, I don't even know where I am, let alone who your brother is or what he looks like," he retorted. He looked around the lab again. "Speaking of, where am I? And how did I even get here?"
"Oh, wow," she snorted, eyes widening and covering her mouth with a hand. "You act a lot like Danny. You're in Amity Park, Illinois, in the basement lab of Fenton Works. I'm guessing we somehow picked you up in Gotham a day or two ago, we only got back last night. You were pretty out of it the entire time, either sleeping or mumbling to yourself while staring out the window in a daze."
Tim's eyes widened in shock and a slight bit of horror. "I've been gone for two days?!" He cried. His hands came up to clutch at his hair. "Ohh, Bruce must be so worried!" Tim fought the urge to dig through his pockets for his phone, knowing that wouldn't help anything. He distinctly remembered dropping it in his coffee on day four of no sleep, embarrassingly enough. It had sadly been beyond help. "Wait," he said as something occurred to him. He was almost hesitant to ask, but he knew he needed to. "If I'm here with you guys... Then where's Danny?" The young woman's eyes widened as she breathed a soft curse under her breath.
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Later that night, a cheerfully maniacal laugh echoed through the streets of Gotham, chasing the roar of a motorcycle, sending shivers down the spines of goons and common criminals alike. They had learned the night before to dread that sound. They may be desperate, but none of them were stupid.
"Nope, nope, not happening, I am not going out tonight," Bill muttered as he shut his door and engaged the locks. He quickly sent out a PSA to the rest of the Goonion to stay off the streets, hoping they'd heed his warning. The Red Hood had found a white haired, green eyed friend, and it was a match made in hell.
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Okay, so this is shorter than I'd originally planned it to be, but there's a reason for that! This literally came to me in a dream, but it was all disjointed, and when I woke up to Tumblr mobile's dark theme not working, I couldn't work on it without practically blinding myself (I have fairly sensitive eyes), so by the time they managed to fix the issue with the color palettes on mobile, I'd forgotten some of my dream... It's not the best excuse, but it is the truth (^～^;)ゞ sorry... But I managed to sneak Bill and the Goonion from The Panda Red's content in! I'm proud of that ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Also, I totally meant to have Tim and Jazz introduce themselves at some point, but, uhh (• ▽ •;) I forgot (´-﹏-`；) oops... And now I can't figure out the best place to have them organically introduce themselves, either, so ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯ we're just going to leave it!
Thank you all for your comments and support! It means so much to me <(￣︶￣)> you guys rock (◠‿・)—☆
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