Final word count: 68,303 (OpenOffice word count algorithm)
Final page count: 273 (word count/250)
I've been keeping everyone almost totally in the dark about the actual contents of my NaNoWriMo piece Umbrella Story. Finally going to be posting stuff for viewing.
Some attractive quotes from the novel, which don't happen to be attractive at all.
1._____
We’re not all about physics and mechanics and material science. We have to find a way to make it acceptable to the public mind. Such is the task accorded by such a vast mission. We are sociologists, philosophers; we are hopeless dreamers.
She is a mechanic from a pro-Science revolutionary group.
2._____
On her walk across the room to the doorway, the mechanic felt her foot thump on the trapdoor in the floor, humble and half-concealed by the shadows of the shelves. Why Rutherford had included it in the design, she didn’t know—unless her brother thought falling half a mile with half a chance of landing outside the river and among the rocks was a crucial activity in daily life.
Still, Ruthenia ran her foot over the catch with some appreciation, feeling the wind rattling gently against its hinges. She had heard enough stories about trapdoors to believe that she would find something to do with it eventually.
There's half a mile of sky underneath her floorboards. In Astra, houses float in midair.
And, her brother is an architect. *_*
And, their names were ripped off the periodic table. :B
3._____
Just considering the possibility that it was dead—it felt like a ton of ice in her gut. The seed couldn’t be dead. This belief had suddenly become connected with her belief in the world. Connected, even, to the unnamed force at work in the sea. And to the cause she was fighting for. Somehow.
The mechanic gave the soil a small pat, before she went to her desk and took worksheet thirty-six to complete.
She just received a stack of 60 Flight Physics worksheets.
4._____
She finished breakfast opposite Tanio, grimacing furiously at the taste of his undercooked eggs.
“Well, why don’t you try cooking for yourself for a change?” asked the man, obviously still sore from yesterday’s events. Not that she wasn’t either.
She sighed growlingly, forcing another mouthful of peppery egg into her mouth with her fork. “Me? Cook? Oh, alright, then maybe you can see how it feels to be forced to eat someone else’s failed cooking!”
Unlike me, she isn't vegetarian.
5._____
So this was what her life had come to. This was how desperate she was for company—so desperate that she would ask an emotionless royal brat with a book glued to his nose to spend tea with her.
My drawing of Aleigh does him no justice. He is far less sociable than suggested. But not emotionless. Ruthenia loves her sweeping statements.
6._____
He kicked at something that stood to the right of the door; it made hollow plywood thumps. Ruthenia turned. And behold, there was the source of that thumping—a crate that could only spell more work. In BIG CAPITAL LETTERS.
He kicked at something that stood to the right of the door; it made hollow plywood thumps. Ruthenia turned. And behold, there was the source of that thumping—a crate that could only spell more work. In BIG CAPITAL LETTERS.
Ruthenia's suspicion, it turned out, was spot-on. “Some guy's motor unit broke down,” explained Tanio. “He brought it all the way here by himself—and for a chair guy, that is one tough feat. So you'd better make his efforts pay off. He wants it back within a week.”
MORE WORK.
All-caps words! Well, this is the story with dingbats (→!), pictures, script format (and bracket overuse). None of these are particularly uncommon.
If you're interested--wait till June next year.
I am going to feel very guilty for putting OTDOTS on hold for this.
No, I'm actually working on both at the same time--but Chapter 11 is stuck at 3k words.
