NaNoWriMo Begins
It’s November, which means National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). This month, thousands of people across the world will try to write a novel in 30 days. In 2019, this is how I wrote One Step Through the Green Door. This year, I hope to write the sequel, Two Steps Through the Blue Door this month. I’ll post snippets most days - some of which will make it into the book and some of which…well, writing 50,000 words in 30 days generates a lot of junk and a few gems, so be warned.
Here’s the first snippet:
"And then" the mad scientist said, cackling insanely "My plan to take over the world will be complete - as long as no one touches this switch."
"Unlikely, you fiend" the musclebound hero declared, snapping his bonds while flexing disgustingly "I have broken free while you were monologuing and now I know your entire plan and exactly how to thwart you." He rushed to the switch noting with satisfaction that the mad scientist quickly backed out of his way while shaking her head.
"I really wouldn't touch that if I were you." she said, almost pityingly.
"Ha! Your petty mind tricks won't fool me" the hero shouted unnecessarily in the small room. He flexed his bicep gratuitously once more before flicking the switch with disdain. The effect was immediate. A pulsing green light encased him and in mere seconds he was reduced to a small pile of inert chemicals, the water molecules having been stripped from his body in a sudden, if decidedly unpleasant, fashion.
The scientist sighed, smoothing her hair back into its typical functional ponytail now that the need to posture as a "mad" scientist was gone. She grabbed a nearby vacuum and sucked up the unsightly pile, leaving her lab spotless again.
"Really." she muttered to the small black cat that appeared, strolling from behind a large bank of fake computers. "I know it's for the best, but sometimes I feel so sorry for them. I mean, I did warn him..." she trailed off, sighing again then turned to her laptop to start the necessary meticulous research on the next super hero on her list....
Karma snickered softly to herself as she wrote. Laying on her stomach on her small bed, she imagined being the incredibly intelligent but tragically misunderstood "mad" scientist, Mara, that was the only one who could rid the world of the self-absorbed, terribly destructive super heroes. She lost herself in the narrative, as Mara continued to fight in spite of everyone thinking she was the one who was evil. She sketched a few profiles of the tragic scientist in the margins, looking sad but determined. She was just considering a particularly poignant back story involving the death of her parents at the hands of a careless, stupid super hero when Fate jumped in the middle of the notebook and started cleaning herself. Karma snorted in annoyance and tried, unsuccessfully to shoo the tiny black cat off onto the bed so she could continue her writing.
