Yes, my novel has ticked over the 50k mark and I have officially won NaNo 2013.
Mind you, the novel is several chapters short of an actual end. And then comes the editing and rewriting. But for the moment, it’s celebration time.
“I’m here, don’t get your knickers in a knot. Just a second.” Sam got up, stretched and ran her fingers through her short mousy brown hair. Long hair and gumshoe work wasn’t a good combination. Sam found that out in her first year.
She unlocked the door and Jack pushed his way past her.
“Where’s the basket? What’s that trollop been up to?” he demanded.
I want a werewolf pup now :P.
Okay time for more :D Write woman!
Kali’s eyes burned as she inched forward in the line of people. Her father tried to move people aside, using his position to move them ahead of the crush, but the group in front of them refused to step aside for him. With her parent’s attention diverted, Kali turned to look back along the stream of people. Speckled among the rubble of buildings were the unlucky, disheveled people who would be left behind. They watched, with empty eyes, as their last hope prepared to leave. She searched each cluster, hoping to find him and see his face one more time. He was there, she just knew he was out there watching. “Rav…” she whispered his name, as if saying it would make him materialize one last time. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and ducked her head, afraid to let her mother see. She brushed it away discreetly before turning back toward where her parents had been, shoving Rav from her mind. When she looked up, however, her parents were no longer in front of her. The stubborn couple from before were now arguing about something and her family was gone.
She pushed up on her toes, trying to see over those around her, but saw only the backs of heads adorned with rebreather straps. “Dad!” she tried to shout around her mouth piece. She yanked the rebreather from her mouth and shouted again, only managing to gain the attention of the angry couple and a half dozen others.
They all looked on in horror as she coughed several times after sucking in the thick cloud of smog that covered the city. “You stupid or somethin’ girl?” the nearest one asked around his own piece. “Don’t wanna be breathing in this crap now.”
Kali shook her head and shoved the mouth piece back in. Even on her tiptoes she couldn’t see beyond two or three people ahead of her. Would they let her on board without her parents? She was on the roster but would the chip in her wrist be enough as a minor? More tears started to fall, slowly at first but then panic overwhelmed her until all she wanted to do was run away from the colony ship and find Rav. She balled up her hands and tried to squash the tears away, digging the palms of her hands into her eyes until they burned even more than before. All the noise around her and the press of people dissolved as she tried to quiet her unruly mind.
The cough was weak, unheard by everyone but Kali. Her eyes, though stinging, popped open as she searched for the source. Near her feet, a woman in dirty rags was slumped against an ancient, overflowing trash bin. Her flesh, which hung off her bones, was caked in mud. She had only one shoe which had a large hole in the sole stuffed with paper. In her arms, she cradled a bundle of smelly blankets that emitted the frail cough every few moments. Kali glanced around before stooping to pull the blankets aside curiously. The woman, though she appeared near death, grabbed Kali’s wrist with surprising agility. Her eyes, glazed over from blindness, darted back and forth searching for Kali’s face.
Kali tried to recoil from the woman but she held fast and pulled her closer. Certain the woman was going to lash out, Kali tried harder to pull away, thrashing and reaching for anything or anyone to help. “Take her,” the woman croaked, her voice barely more than a whisper and cracking from misuse and air poisoning. “Save her,” she said, releasing her hold on Kali in order to hold the bundle of rags out. The final blanket fell away, revealing a pink cheeked baby. The baby seemed well fed, in stark contrast to its mother. A flimsy paper mask covered its face, providing minimal protection from the poison that surrounded them. “Pl-please,” she gasped, pushing the baby toward Kali again with trembling hands. “Save my baby.”
Kali looked back toward the lottery winners, all of whom had been forced to leave their younger children behind if they had them. None of them paid her any attention. With resolve, Kali sucked in a deep, clean breath through her rebreather and then pulled it out of her mouth. She carefully pulled the mask away and the infant, as if knowing, took several gulps of breath. Kali turned to offer it to the woman, still holding her own breath, but found the cloudy eyes were blank now. Her arms, still holding the baby, began to slip down her frail body, no longer supported by life. Eyes wide in horror, Kali snatched the baby and the rags away before it fell as well. Rising with the bundle, she pressed it against her body, hoping to shield it as much as possible. She’d just thrown the ratty blanket over the baby’s head when her mother came jogging toward her. “There you are,” she said, grabbing her by the arm. “What on earth are you doing back here?” She was dragging her through the crowd, carelessly shoving people aside without a word. “We were afraid we’d lost you Kali. Do you know how terrified we were?”
"It was five minutes mom," Kali muttered. Her mother didn’t hear her. In her arms, the baby squirmed happily and started to kick at the blankets. "No, shh," Kali said, rocking the bundled slowly and glancing around nervously.
"Did you say something?" her mother asked, looking back for a mere second. She came to an abrupt stop and spun around, looking at her daughter in horror. Kali backed up a step and clutched the baby a little tighter. "Where! Where is your rebreather?!" Her mother, like most people, was adept at speaking around the mouth piece. It was a skill Kali had never quite mastered, due in part to her general objection to using it at all.
"Oh!" Kali exclaimed, letting out a breath of relief. "I lost it," she offered with a small shrug. Her mother rolled her eyes and started walking again, this time much faster. Every few steps she’d look back, half expecting Kali to have succumbed to the air poison right then. Between these steps, Kali would glance down at the bundle and have to resist the urge to pull back the blankets. Not everyone was going to be as self-absorbed as her mother; what would she do when they reached the desk?
"Elfie, there you are. I see you found her, good!" Her father smiled past his wife and looked over his daughter quickly. He noticed the bundle of blankets immediately and his eyes grew wide. He glanced back over his shoulder toward the handful of people in front of them. "Come here Kali," he said as his wife tapped her foot and stared daggers at the people checking in all the lottery winners. "Who’s this?" he whispered as he pulled the blankets back. The infant smiled at the sudden wash of light and faces and let out a small giggle which caused Kali to jump.
"I’m sorry Dad, I know I shouldn’t have. Her mother died trying to hand her to me and I just…" Kali trailed off, biting her lower lip anxiously. "I don’t know what to do now."
He started to peel away the old blankets and then motioned for her to turn around. He unzipped her backpack and after a minute of digging he pulled out a clean towel. Within a minute, he had the baby wrapped up and looking healthier. “I will take care of it, you just agree with anything I say,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulders and giving her a light, comforting squeeze.
"My god John, you’re the executive officer of this mission, must we wait like all these…" Elfie spun around and motioned toward the lottery winners behind them as if they were insignificant. Her eyes fell on the rosy-cheeked baby and she shrieked. "What on earth…? Where…?" After sputtering several times, she glared at Kali. "What have you done?"
"Elfie be calm," John said firmly. "You needn’t raise such a fuss over our grandchild," he added, leveling his gaze on her. Though she was still disturbed, her eyes went wide. "Yes, our grandchild…" he repeated, nodding his head several times until she mirrored him.
With a huff, she turned back toward the front as the line moved forward and situated them in front of a bored administrator. “Arm,” she demanded, holding out her hand for Elfie. Raising her chin, Elfie rolled up her sleeve and extended her arm. She waited as the woman scanned her wrist, looking for the chip they’d all been implanted when they’d been selected a year ago. “Elizabeth Ann Sathe?” Elfie nodded and the administrator released her arm. “You’ll be in pod Sixteen B,” she pointed down the long metal interior of the colony ship. “Lift is at the end, deck one, room two. Store your belongs in your locker before entering your pod. Next.”
John nudged his daughter forward and Kali shifted the baby so she could offer the chipped arm. The administrator lifted the scanner but stopped as she saw the infant. “My name is Kali Sathe,” she said, jiggling her arm.
"No one under the age of twelve," she said apologetically.
"I’m sixteen," Kali said, feigning ignorance. She looked up at her father, pleading with him to intervene at any point.
"I’m sure you are dear," the administrator said as she finally scanned Kali’s arm. "But the baby…"
John then offered his own arm. “John Sathe, the baby is an exception.”
"Excuse me?" She shook her head and scanned his arm as well, checking the pair of them onto the ship. "There are no exceptions sir."
"Ma’am, if you check your record there," he said, pointing to the screen in front of her, "I’m the executive officer of this vessel. There are exceptions and my granddaughter is one."
The woman, growing more irritated, made an exaggerated show of reading the records of the two of them. “There’s no medical record of your daughter giving birth,” she said, crossing her arms on the table and looking up arrogantly.
"Well there wouldn’t be would there? Our medical physicals are nearly a year old and I wouldn’t wish a stay in the local hospitals on my worst enemy. She gave birth at home just last month," he said. "Now if you’ll just clear us for boarding and tell me where to stow my stuff."
"But the pods aren’t designed for anyone under twelve!" she persisted, standing to motion someone else to her defense.
"I’m well aware of the specifications," John said, reaching out for Kali’s free hand to reassure her. "Asha won’t enter a pod until she’s twelve and as I’m taking the first shift, I’ll be able to be sure of her safety."
"Asha?" she asked as a second person came up. Once he’d had a mess of black hair but age and stress had stripped most of it away, leaving only a bit of dignified gray. "Sir, Mr. Sathe…"
"The baby’s name. It’s Asha," he explained. "Good morning Captain," he added with a nod.
"John," he said, looking at the baby curiously. "What’s the hold up here?" he asked as he plucked the tablet from the administrator. After a moment he handed it back to her with a smile. "Now if you don’t mind, I’m sure we have work to do and I’m certain you do too," he said, looking back toward the long line of irritated people behind them.
She looked back at the tablet and snarled. Kali’s medical file had been amended to include the baby. Across the line for the name read “exception” in bold red type. “Arm,” she said sullenly. She pointed to the baby. A medic, who’d been standing near by to examine everyone for signs of the lung disease, stepped forward with a large needle. Kali turned away as they slid the needle into the baby’s tiny arm. Asha fussed and tried to pull away but John held the arm still until they’d finished inserting the chip. “I have to enter her information into the system now,” the administrator said. “Name?”
"Asha Sathe," Kali said quickly, not wanting to contradict her father.
"And the child’s father?" she asked.
Kali gulped but her father jumped in quickly. “Rav Kendrick.”
"Is he also joining us?"
"Could he?" Kali asked, hope flaring up inside her. She looked back toward the desolate wasteland of the former city.
"No," he father said, shaking his head as he caught her eyes. "There’s no room or time to find him."
"I’m sure he’s nearby! I could find him!" Kali protested, pleading with him silently.
"But there’s no room Kali," he said firmly. He turned away from her desperate eyes and motioned for the woman to continue.
Without missing a beat, her father answered, “June eighteenth. 2362.”
"Alright, end of the corridor is a lift. Mr. Sathe, you’ll be in pod Sixteen A when your shift ends. Kali will be in Sixteen C and the baby, when she’s old enough, can have Sixteen D. There are lockers for each pod in the room."
"Thank you," he said, wrapping his arm tightly around Kali’s shoulders and steering her deeper into the ship. And further away from Rav.
pibsims answered: You are crazy. But it’s all good. I have faith that you want to switch stories for a good reason.
Thanks, so far the new story is moving along pretty well all things considering lol
cmvanek answered: just keep writing, if you have to somehow transition from the story you are currently writing to your new idea
marlynnofmany answered: Can you make it a second plot thread in the same story, and connect them somehow?
No, the two can’t really be connected. The only connection is they are both science fiction but the original is part of an established universe and this one has whole different Earth backstory. But it’s all good lol
authoredadornmentsshop answered: Who cares! Go with the new inspiration :)
That’s what I’m doing. 2600 words have flowed pretty easily thus far! :P
And I have 9,700 words…
And I’m thinking about starting over with a different story…
Someone tell me I’m crazy?!