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Monday, November 05, 2007

Upon the Commencement of NaNoWriMo 2007

NaNoWriMo is upon us. I've decided to tackle it, at long last, and hopefully come out of it at the end with fifty thousand more words than I had before, strung into something like a story.

You can see the new widget off in the sidebar that monitors my progress towards this erstwhile goal, and if you're really curious, you can check my NaNoWriMo profile.

The book: The Owners.

The setting: a Midwestern city, somewhen soon.

The plot: Freedom of speech and travel are severely restricted, but of course, most take little notice. Secret law is systematized and codified. Financial scandal rocks major corporations, making way for hostile takeovers by private (wealthy) individuals. Drought ravages southern Africa, and Lesotho is the new hotbed of rebellion. The US (finally!) keeps its hands out of the mess, and is accused of "human rights violations" because of it. Kidnappings baffle law enforcement at all levels as several radical groups take credit. Sounds lurid, doesn't it?

The spoiler: View source to read. If you don't want to know, don't look.

The clincher: While the story can probably support twice this many, I've still got to write about eighteen hundred words per day for the rest of the month just to hit fifty thousand.

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