I have written 1942 words in three hours. You cannot imagine how ecstatic I am. If I was not so dog tired, I would be squealing and jumping right now.
So, in this little fantasy novel of mine, there's some dark business going on in the North, and the North demands new recruits. No. No, this is NOT Game of Thrones people >. > None of those silly Wall people and their snowy North-ness. There are plenty of Northerner people in fantasy who have issues and need recruits. I know that there were some kind of Northern rangers in the Ranger's Apprentice series (that I never read...) and I'm sure Aragorn and his Rangers of the North needed some recruits now and then (though doubtful, since I think they were all Dunedain, and they were a pretty rare race as it was).
Although, I did give a nod to Aragorn and LOTR with my Northern dudes. They are called the Northern Striders. I don't know if I will ever have a side/main character who is a Northern Strider, but my characters will eventually meet them. That is for sure. Cause Northern Striders are awesome. They're like Aragorn clones, but they fight demons and execute necromancers and stuff...
I described one of my characters as "wolfish", and I was actually curious if that was a facial type. Turns out that yes, it is. And it is a facial type that belongs to a very, VERY smexy beast named Richard Armitage who plays one of my favorite "dark, brooding, bad guy" characters named Guy of Gisborne on BBC's Robin Hood.
Hello there handsome.
And tonight, I JUST found out that he also plays Thorin Oakenshield...
So... I guess Richard Armitage is set to star in the movie version of my book as Maquet Dragorathe of Abdel....
AWESOME!
Speaking of the BBC's Robin Hood...
Have you ever dreamed that you were a character from one of your favorite TV shows or books? How about your favorite character?
Well, I never did have such a dream until ONE fateful day.
The one and ONLY time I EVER dreamed I was my favorite character... I was....
That is right, ladies and gents and minions and hobos, I was the Sheriff of Nottingham: shortness, baldness, and all!
Now that sort of thing would probably constitute a nightmare in most people's opinions. After all, a perfectly fit, slightly tolerable looking, definitely young lady has a dream of this freaky-deaky, psychopathic old man. Well, actually...
... you would be wrong.
Most people who associate all dreams as having interpretation or symbolism would probably say that I starred as this person because of my own insecurities about my appearance.
In all honesty, I think it was because I was a little obsessed about this character.
Granted, he was a psychopath whose morals were nonexistent enough to lead him to try and kill (and probably succeed in the off-screen killing) of helpless children. But he was SO brilliant! He was an evil genius with an overabundance of personality. He had the best quirks, the best wit, such passive, nonchalance about what tortures or horrible acts he treated his people too, the big fat middle finger he constantly stuck up to Robin Hood and anyone else who got in his way, and of course, his true and passionate desire to kill said Robin Hood with every fiber of his being. And he came very, very close to it several times as well.
In short: he was my favorite character.
Which I still don't get why he appeared in my dream that night. Of all my favorite characters I could have been, it just HAD to be him.
It wasn't even a dream that would require the Sheriff's presence. Instead of dreaming about chasing Robin Hood, or heck, scaring a few peasants into peeing their pants, I had a really boring dream about driving anxiety.
This was before I had my actual license. I just had a learner's permit which required an adult to be in the car with me. In my dream, I was the Sheriff. And yes, I looked, sounded, acted like, and everything else in between, exactly like the character in the show. Heck, I was even wearing his silk pajamas.
Well, I was hankering for a cup of coffee. So I hopped in the car and drove to the corner of the street where there was this outdoor cafe (that does not exist in real life). I sat down to order a blueberry muffin, when I notice these two cops sitting there. I ducked under the table, worried they would recognize me and chase me out, or worse, find out I drove here with a learner's permit. So I threw my wallet, keys, and a massive wad of bills on another table, probably so that if they searched me, they wouldn't know I drove. But then I realized I needed that wad of bills. Cause that was one big wad of bills, man. So I army crawled across the floor and grabbed the money. Then the waitress came over and demanded I return to my seat. I saw the cops get up, and I dived out of the cafe through a window.
That's all I remember. It was weird, it was stupid, and it is permanently seared into my brain all because I was the freaking Sheriff of Nottingham. I am perfectly content to never dream that I am my favorite character ever again, thank you very much, because apparently, he is it.
14:14
So... yah... I have no idea why I shared that dream with you guys. That just goes to show how my train of thoughts wanders off track in the wee hours of the morning...
And looking over what I have written, I have quite a few fat characters in my stories. Like three so far... I'm not entirely sure wether it's good, bad, or neither... Hmm...
23:54
So, I finished today with 3082 words, which brings my total to 4266! I am SO HAPPY!
Now, I believe I mentioned this, if not, oh well, but I actually started Write This Down a few months ago. I forget exactly when, but it was a while ago. The actual book itself is at 8551 words now. But like a good NaNo-er, I am constantly subtracting the numbers to keep myself honest.
I have been writing a lot of Kah. I wish he was a main character ;-;. Well, he sort of is, but he is not THE main character. I wish he WAS. Dammit. He has such an amazing story to tell... >. > I will have to drop bits and pieces of it throughout the book to make up for it. I'M SORRY YOU'RE IN SUCH A WEIRD BOOK, KAH!
We can only spend Chapter One in his shoes, so that means Chapter One is a LOOOOONG chapter because I wuv Kah and don't want to put him down.
I do intend to put Write This Down on wattpad so yall can enjoy some Kah time! ^^
Oh yah, Kah is a one-eyed, ex-slave courier. He still considers himself a slave to the main character because the main character was the last to buy him, and he actually treated Kah with some decency, and he is such a noble person in Kah's eyes, so Kah will do anything the main character asks and still calls the main character 'master', even though the main character will sometimes tell him to stop.
And if you're wondering, no, I have not yet named the main character >. > . I pulled the main character's racial info and character concept off of a different story. In that story, his name was Akatsuki. But now I'm going to be keeping that story as its own separate thing. And I don't want there to be TWO Akatsukis. So I need to give main character a new name.
In my head, he is "Falgarith", because that is the name of his race. And yes, Falgarith is the last name of the evil General Razka of Were Myths. But who cares. I like the word.
That's all for this day minions. Peace off!
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