Thursday, December 3, 2009

Deep Breath

Soooo..... November is over!!! Did you make it? Did you set your goal at the normal 50,000 or did you reach higher?

I had to put my nano aside because theres this thing called school (I know, who does that anymore?. Apparently it takes precedence over Nanowrimo.. ah well. I really enjoyed my story, especially this part:

Xan struggled against the mud's pull, it was closing fast. She didn't have time to get her bearings. Shifting her weight forwards she tumbled head first. Raidin caught her, like he promised, but he didn't need to, her foot was caught in the closed entry. He tugged once, then twice.

"Ow," Xan pulled his hand from her ankle. "Okay that's obviously not working. Just let go."

He hesitated for a moment. "Okay." He stepped back and let her hang upside down.

"What are you," She sighed in exasperation. "I meant of my ankle not me!" She looked around, but all she saw was darkness. "Can someone please help?"

She heard an unfamiliar voice mutter words in a language she didn't understand. It grew quiet. She blinked twice, thinking she must be going crazy. She wasn't seeing things, the muddy walls of the tunnels were slowly illuminating. They glowed softly at first, then grew just bright enough to make out facial expressions. Mihail's was one of accomplishment. Everyone else was staring at her amused.

"Great, now you turn the lights on." She glared at him. "Kaloc?"

He reached up and yanked the mud open enough for her foot to fall through. Unfortunately, Raidin was not holding onto her anymore. Her body landed in the, as Teia called it, slimy mud, once made slick by the now extinct worms. Mihail lended her a hand, and helped her scrap off the thick lairs of mud. Like the opening, the mud was mixed with worm slime, and stuck to her like a leech on a new host. Xan thought about taking her gloves off, but then decided it would be better to wait until she got our of the tunnels. She looked up and down the tunnel they were in. She tilted her head up to see the opening trying to remember which way they were facing. She didn't think about how disoriented the fall would make her.

"You seriously brought us down here and got us lost?" Teia shifted on her feet, back and forth, back and forth. Her feet pulled against the sticky film. Xan shuddered. She had not thought about that sound until now. Ten feet sticking to the ground with every step.

She pointed ahead of her. Well, what she hoped was ahead of her. “This way.” She yanked her feet off the base and began walking. The group filed into place silently. Feet pulling off the slime, then squishing into the mud. Stick, squish. Stick, squish. Xan repeated the rhythm in her head. Stick, squish. Stick, squish. It made the annoying sounds almost amusing. Stick, squish. Stick, squish. As the continued to walk she tried to play with the pattern by reversing it. Squish, stick. Squish, stick. It didn't quite have the same ring to it that way. She went back to her original. Stick, squish. Stick, squish.

Okay, so yes, I was playing with my word count here, but it was rather fun to write. I also posted it here, because I wanted to talk about something. (You thought it was just to show off didn't you?).

We all know different writers of different "zones." What does that mean? We all have different points where we can say "Here, I was in it, I was in the zone, I was in my element. I was there with my characters." My Fiction teacher called it utterance. When people look at it and think: that sentence was amazing. Granted, I'm not sure I'd call what I just posted utterance, it's nanowrimo after all, it's not supposed to be any good. However, This is my zone.

I love, love, love tactile descriptions. They are so much fun, and I love to feel things. Recently I was shopping with a friend and she laughed at me because I had to touch every single piece of clothing. When I'm asked to describe food in class, I focus on how if feels in my mouth instead of what it tastes like.

So what's your element? When are you in the zone? Some people are great with visuals, tastes, dialogue. So if you participated in Nanowrimo, post your favorite exerpt. One that you experienced while you wrote. Tell me why you love it. If you didn't do Nano this year, you can still post something.

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