Things are going to get rather unpleasant from here on out, That’s what’s it like to destroy a world.
Just about everyone is where they need to be. Some shuttle diplomacy by Nichole, getting Brunelli, Reilly, and Jenkins back into the fray, and then I can let everything go to hell. How nice, for me.
Did I mention I’m taking the rest of the year off after this?
A good time write; move things outside. Weather clear. Forecast: genocide.
As can be seen in the image, all my notes are complete. It’s merely a matter of me hearing their dialog that tells the story. Tired, of course, today, but was able to hear enough to share. When all this is finished and shoved off to my copyeditor I may take 48 hours completely off. And drink less; my liver hurts all the time, now.
After being so far into Nichole’s world over the weekend, my boss asked me about ten minutes into work, “Are you okay?” At least I was able to confuse her with my reply…
“I am only a little in your world.”
Fortunately I never really crossed back, so was able to rush home and toss out what’s below. Starts off playful, but once over the pass, goes dark quickly. Not sure what, beyond notes, I’ll manage the rest of the week, but I’ll do my best.
A good weekend: no one died, in the story or in RealLife, and I was able to lay down 4k words. Wish my tanjed DayJob boss would get her shit straight with Madam Clio and find another job! Not one of any of the other pharmacists I work with have issues such as hers; “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!” We’d one dog from southern Indiana; a Westie, so pre-crazy. Everyone else I’ve known from Indiana seems deranged, just like her.
Anyway. Show’s over and the Nation is on the move! A few, short, snapshots to get them over the pass and into the Centralia Valley. I did get a little sidetracked – still working on it, in fact, but the lead combat force of the horsemen, basically 17,500 dragoons with 2,500 responsible for light to medium artillery, are bearing down on Napaville as we speak. I allow Rhun a tell about how he plans to run the op against the cannibals, as well as letting you, the pre-readers, know how the turnabout against the City’s Regulars will happen, too.
Those of you that are of the faith, pray for me that I can keep this up all week; I know I cannot do this alone. Deus Volt!
Putting aside our visual novel, OTChi Kocchi, it was NaNoWriMo that taught me to be a novelist. I am utterly wedded to the idea of irrational deadlines; were I not, nothing would ever get finished. This entry of Nichole5’s second book would put me just over the 50k limit demanded by NNRM, were I playing along.
That’s all well and good, but I need the Nation across the Cascades, beating the cannibals, betrayed by the Special Police, and burning Portland. In two weeks. Dang. The best I can hope for is either a mild heart attack that sidelines me from my DayJob, or a meteor hits the place, with the same affect.