I know, I know, I KNOW.
This is the time of year where I fill your delicate ears with sweet whisperings of NaNoWriMo. I let flow the promises of dedication, planning, and a resolve like I have never felt before to accomplish my goal this year. The heat of my breath on your neck confirms the passion burning within me – that or I used too much cinnamon toothpaste this morning.
But. THIS IS THE YEAR! I have spent the entire last year working away at, sound-boarding, outlining, and exploring the story in which I still want to write. I have a fantastic group of writerly friends (I think its safe to call them that) that I know will encourage me along, and some actual, in-the-flesh writing buddies that will be sitting alongside me from time to time during the challenge. I am in the best position of my seven years of attempting NaNoWriMo to succeed. That is precisely what will happen.
I can talk a bit about the idea in my head. Yesterday was the “Ahh Ha!” or, perhaps, the “Oh Shit!” day for me – the day in which you realize that NaNoWriMo is turning the doorknob and will soon be in your room with a rusty meat cleaver. It was the day in which I decided to create a new account – not to hide in shame from the failings of the past years, but rather to start fresh using my Twitter handle and what has ingrained itself as my online writing persona, @wordrew. If you tweet, you know what I’m talking about.
Yesterday was also the day in which two breakthroughs happened for me. First, and probably most significantly, the four or five book ideas that I have rolling around in my vacuous noggin all sort of tumbled to the dusty recesses. The story that I have been working with for the past year stayed. The story has come back to me with fervor and I know that this is what I need to work on in the upcoming weeks and months. That leads me to the second breakthrough – yesterday I wrote an impromptu synopsis of my story while setting up my wordrew NaNo account.
It isn’t polished and took me less time to write than this post, but here it goes:
Several years and a lifetime ago, Parl and Purl’s parents were slain by minions of a secret society. Since that horrendous day, the brothers have become self-sufficient and forced to live on the run. Parl has grown intense, fallen in love, and consumed his childhood village and a few of its inhabitants in an unexpected inferno. Purl has studied, worked for the mayor, and saved his twin brother’s life with a deluge of quenching water.
Life in hiding has been bearable. The nightmares have been insufferable. As twins try to settle into a new community, they are discovered by agents of the Seminary of Five Ashes and offered sanctuary with the church. The twins accept the offer of training and absolution in order to live a open life once again.
As his studies progress with the Seminary, Purl uncovers a tumultuous history while reading by candlelight deep in to the night. Parl’s wanderlust and insatiable curiosity lead down a more physical path of training where the painful past is uncovered from his curvaceous mentor as she undresses at the edge of the Laughingman’s Rush river.
Join the twins as they arrive at the same conclusion and set off to join forces with Elementalists, secret societies, and the gods themselves.
I am not sure that I intended the plot to sound so YA, but perhaps that is where the book wants to be. Perhaps I should expand, revise, and think about this shit first? I am not entirely sure.
On a side note, I would like to hear from you handful of awesomeness (umm, that sounds very weird) as to your thoughts on my voice here at writebrainedramblings. Am I too informal? Do I not sound intelligent enough or proper like the English teacher that I am certified to be? Do you care? Hit me up in the comments below.