August CAMPNano

So I am partaking in CAMPNano in August also. Why? Because I like to torture myself obviously. Why else would I do it? I'm not sure I have a clear idea on what I want to do with the story yet. It's going to be tentatively called "Otherside" and it follows the character Kit who was once leader of Hardwire. Before the beginning of Rebel he was captured and you hear about him all through the story and never really see him (until possibly the end).

Other Side is his story about breaking free of building up a small force directly inside the Shadow Kings domain. They also shed more light on the Shiro and Kuro issues possibly. I'm debating on having Shiro as a small part of his group.

I want an inside man, actually as I am writing this I don't want a man at all. I want a girl. She pretends to be a man but once they get free she reveals herself to be a girl. Maybe Shady sister, which would be interesting on the Holiday front also.

It's hard plotting a side story to a story you haven't finished yet. I do have about 30 chapters so far for Rebel. 15 have been written and the others are plotted out and I know what the overall idea is behind what the bad guy is trying to do though I'm not sure how it's all going to conclude yet.

Essentially Shady is trying to steal the light, which is basically Shiro. Shiro was born of pure light, and his opposite was manifested in Kuro who is nothing but shadows.

I think if he gets the light in the box the shadows will roam free and he wants it. Mind you all he got was a highly pissed of Kuro who wants someone to "fix" Shiro who is fading or something. I haven't worked out the kinks in what is going on with Shiro and Kuro yet, only that Kuro is going insane from a lack of Shiro who isn't physically there.

It'll all work itself out though.

Sinking

HOLIDAY PIECE on the CAMPNANO front. A little bit more depressing then the other. Holiday accidentally looses control of his hunger and hurts "Moon" and Song.

It’s easy to fall back into the hold habits. They’re all we ever know really know in the end. A girl with a sickness stops eating, because the food always makes her ill. She’ll feel better if she doesn’t eat. Just enough to sustain her life. A man who has been injured can’t handle the pain of it all, and he takes his pills until he can no longer feel anything at all. He’ll keep taking them even when the pain is gone, afraid it’ll come back again to haunt him.

The Naked Scene

Haha, I wrote my new favorite scene today for CampNANO. Sun learned something about Seven today, and I find it oddly humorous for some reason that it's Seven who would sleep naked. He also has no problem with nudity really. It doesn't bother him, and he sort of looks at it in an artistic fashion. I suppose because he gets no reaction from it, he doesn't find it embarrassing.

Neon lights flashing in bright green over and over again alerting me to the fact that yes, yes it was 6:30 in the morning. Right around the time better known as the ‘ass crack of dawn’ and ya, someone was actually having the courage to knock on my door. A brave person that. The last person who had dared to knock on my door in this joint had taken an alarm clock to the head and learned to not do that again. Granted, if they hadn’t actually of had the sense to enter my room in the first place their head would of been safe and sound.

Rumor hadn’t liked that logic though when I argued it with him and told me to not throw things at people again. I raised my arm in the air as best I could considering it felt heavy and sluggish and waved it around in a lazy manner. I wasn’t exactly sure I managed to conjure up in terms of illusions but I knew it must of worked when I heard the short shout of ‘Motherfucker’ coming from my doorway in what seemed like Sun’s tone of voice. I smiled to myself as I snuggled into my pillows content that maybe I would get some more sleep.

No such luck. Sun was to not be deterred by the illusion. I felt it melt away as much as I felt the cold from the chill morning air as my covers were ripped off my bed. I shouted a little as I flailed out arms and grabbed the edge of the covers just before they were out of my grasp.

“You sleep naked?” Of all the stupid things to ask this earlier in the morning. I gave the covers a vicious yank and they slipped out of Sun fingers without much protest. I wrapped them around my body to cover myself up and away from the cold as I shot him a mean glare.

“Of course I sleep naked. I hate the feeling of anything on me as I’m trying to sleep.” There nothing worse then the feel of clothing clinging to your body as you try to lay there sleeping, especially if it’s hot. Then the close tended to stick, which was even worse. Frankly, Sun had gotten lucky. Some days I slept without covers.

“… Things I could of lived without seeing.” Was all he said as he put his hands up in the air and made a strange symbol.

“Are you warding away the sight?”

“I’m trying to, it’s not working.” 

That Point

There comes a point for me in writing where I completely loose control of what I want (I like to pretend I had control at some point) and the characters completely take over. I've pretty much reached that point. I've been listening to Skylar Grey "Dance Without You" on repeat and it reminds me of Kuro and Shiro a little bit, except Kuro doesn't want to be without Shiro, or break free or anything.

BUT they came to the forefront and said "Hey, pay us some attention." and of course I needed some evil bad guys for a scene...

Guess who's getting used?

I'm swinging it that Kuro is completely and utterly lost control of himself and has taken over Shiro without meaning to, so he's going on a rampage and the Shadow King is using him knowing this.

Then HOLIDAY as I am writing decides he DOES have powers that he could use if he's desperate but is not suppose to, and the thought: Holiday is going to use his Shadow Powers and loose control, comes to my mind.

I have no control.

Why do I even pretend.

But this is why I love writing. Being surprised myself at how this story is going to unfold and what my characters are going to do. This is why I don't plan, and I just write off the top of my head most of the time.

Camp NANO

So I am doing Camp NANO in both July and August. I had to pull an idea out of my ass because I only realized it started in July the last day of June.

It's... well the setting is a Rebel Base Camp. It's a group of people trying to take down the Shadow King. I switch POV every chapter between the MC. Or at least 3 of them at the moment. I wrote my new favorite scene yesterday.

Day 2 was… more eventful. Aion and I were both more awake for day 2, and antsy. My legs were restless in the back of the car and I kept having to shift and move around. Aion had to pee. A lot.

“Someone take away her water bottle.” Note complained as I snatched the said bottle away from her. She glared hotly at me as she smacked the back of my head and took the water bottle back. I winced and rubbed the back of my head and promptly told Note he could take it away next time.

Order had been restored for the moment, until I got bored. I’d glanced at Note in the front seat, and he glanced back and me eyebrow raised in askance and I did it. I started to bellow out the words to the most annoying song ever on a car ride.

“99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. You take one day and pass it around 98 bottles of beer on the wall…” Note picked up the second verse.

“98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. You take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall…” It sadly kept going like this until we got to 89. By the time we got to 89 Rumor had begun a full out twitch fest in the front seat. I’m not sure I could blame him. Aion had her head buried in her arms and I’m not sure if she had been laughing or crying, probably both.

‘Note and I were not singers, not even close. While he was slightly on key with the song; I was way off (sort of on purpose). The car sort of did a swerve off the road and stopped. Rumor turned around so he could see us both and glared.

If looks could of killed…

Well, Hardwire would off been without an illusionist.

“If you both don’t shut the fuck up with that song, I am going to duct tape your mouth together. DO YOU HEAR ME.”

“Yes sir.” We chorused. I did a semi-mock salute and if possibly Rumor frowned harder.