halloween & nano

Halloween Party = Awesomeness

big hugs to Mark and Jake for all the help in the setting up of it

With a house this year, we were able to do two things we couldn't before:
-decorate a yard
-invite more people!

it was a blast... the chocolate fondue fountain was quite a lot of fun, and worked better than I anticipated... there's a lot of things which suddenly need to be chocolate covered once you have access to a chocolate fountain (and chocolate fountains make Ecthelion-muse very, very happy)

Of course, nanoing started just around midnight, when Wonder Woman, Clark Kent, the God of War, Aragorn, and others went home and the rest of the partygoers transformed from their costumed selves to word-warring novelists

MJ's staying the night, which translates to the possibility of word wars in the morning. Time to grab enough sleep to wake up refreshed and ready to write about Erestor and Msglor in 16th century England --- God Save the Elves!

maybe i'll start in hollin after all

four days wasn't really enough to gather everything i wanted to research-wise for the 16th century nano idea

at least one muse is happy about this...

or, i could jump back further

more chocolate fondue might not make this choice easier, but it would make it a little more fun

screw hollin

i'm so fickle about this whole thing

think i'm going back to the previous-previous-previous idea

morgoth approves; erestor's not so sure he does

glorfindel isn't talking to me anymore... he went from main character to supporting character to not even in this nano this year (which would be the second year running) poor guy

wait, why am i writing words here when i should be---

so here's the first two paragraphs of nano 09

There was a smile on his face. His hands were folded together over his chest. The blankets were left unwrinkled, as if someone had tidied up and smoothed out the creases after he had lain down. A large slice of cheesecake, smothered in strawberries with delicate chocolate flakes had been set aside on the nightstand, the fork tines still glistening with syrup and saliva. Half of the dessert had been eaten, and half remained. A dollop of cream hung off the edge of the crust, and lingered there as the plate was lifted from the table. It hesitated, then slipped off and hit the surface with a plop.

The occupant on the bed, though staring up with open eyes, neither saw nor heard what happened, for he was already dead.