Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – NaNo Style

Another Friday; how did that happen?

Alert readers of the blog may have noticed that there was no Writing Sprint post last Friday.  I’d love to say that was all part of a plan, but the reality is that I was so busy with my daily NaNo words last week that I completely lost track of the days.   I just barely caught on when I went to publish the Friday post and saw that it was actually Saturday.  <facepalm>

On the plus side, I wrote a lot of new words last week and now I have a spare post for some time in the future.  Always a bright side.

For this month, since many folks are head’s down on their NaNo stories and might not need the extra motivation of a group of random words to spark their creativity, we’re going to change things up a little.

You can either:

  • Share a snippet from what you wrote this week (whether it was NaNo related or not)


“During the hottest summer on record,”

“a fallen angel”

“must decide between love or money”

The choice is up to you.

Okay.  Are you ready?  Let’s sprint!

*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*

Ah, you’re back.  Kind of fun, right?  Can’t wait to see what you have come up with.

9 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – NaNo Style

  1. So, I’ll go first. Here’s a snipet from the story I’m working on. Though it came out as a (gasp) prologue, bits and pieces of it will eventually be woven into the story to show this character’s motivations.


    It had been almost six years, but Sam could still recall the exact moment when he got the call.

    Professor Kramer was waxing poetic over the relative merits of Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian columns for portico designs in the Advanced Public Building architecture class. Stephanie Barnes was wearing cut-off jeans shorts with her “Coexist” t-shirt and the late-afternoon sun was shining through the windows behind him, warming his back and making him drowsy.

    The disjoined telephone conversation with his mother, the frantic drive home, the cold antiseptic halls of the hospital – those were all a blur, but that precise moment between the before and the after remained crystal clear; frozen in time.

    In the before, Sam was a typical college student finishing up his junior year; juggling studies, basketball, friends, and casual dating while dreaming of starting his own architecture firm where he’d build gravity-defying skyscrapers – modern, magnificent marvels of steel, concrete, and glass – not those boring, suburban box homes that his father built.

    His biggest worry was keeping up his grades so he didn’t lose his scholarship.

    What he didn’t worry about was having to walk away from all of that to pick up the reins of his father’s construction company, support his grief-stricken mother, and act as a surrogate parent to his devastated younger brother while dealing with his own sense of loss.

    All of that changed on one sunny Thursday afternoon, courtesy of a fatal massive heart-attack that no one saw coming.

    Instead of designing buildings to populate the cities of the future, Sam spent his days building cookie-cutter starter homes and bringing 1970s ranch houses into the 21st century; dealing with suppliers, permit offices, and clients who couldn’t make up their minds about paint colors or fixture finishes.

    He hated it and resented his father for dying, then hated himself for the thought. It’s not like his father had died on purpose to make him miserable.

    So he carried on the family business, watched his brother graduate from high school and his mother move on with her life, and eventually stopped thinking about marvels of steel, concrete, and glass.

  2. Well! Several of my characters are wrestling with love and gold, so that’s quite interesting! They all want both, of course.

    My novel has had its ups and downs, that’s for sure. But some nice little nuggets have shown up. Nick is Olivia’s lover’s ex, and he’s an immortal with no morals, and he’s also her magic instructor. Olivia is in her 30s, so she’s not some naive girl to be pushed around. This scene-let was either a very good idea, or a very wrong turn, LOL. Who knows what will make it into the final copy? Anyway, for now:

    “Very good, Olivia,” Nick said, and he rested his cheek against his hand, and gave her what he hoped was a smoldering look. “You are a very quick learner.” He leaned closer and brushed her shoulder with his. “Are you a very willing student?”

    Olivia stiffened, then glared at Nick. “I’m here to learn. And if you aren’t careful, you may learn a thing or two, too. Back off, Nick.”

    Nick backed off, and smiled. Very well. This could be the start of an entertaining new game.

    • I like this Michaeline. Looks like Nick has his work cut out for him and I love that Olivia is so strong. Can’t wait to see what’s next.

  3. I’m sharing a snippet of recent typing: the opening to Phoebe, book 3 (now finally underway):

    “I passed the test!” Phoebe Renfrew said, bouncing a little on the car seat in her excitement. “And the examiner said I did a good job!”

    She was still giddy from the thrill of it. She thought she’d never see the day when she’d get her drivers license. Twenty-five years old and finally road legal.

    “What a most happy outcome!” Sanjay said. Sanjay Agarwal, her friend and the owner and proprietor of the Fun Fares (Washington, DC branch) taxi they were cruising in, had driven her to the DMV for the test. “Although I am not at all surprised. You drive excellently.”

    “You think so?” Phoebe said. “That means a lot. I mean, you’re a professional driver. You’ve seen a lot of driving.”

    “You engaged in a vehicular chase in Las Vegas with that shameless miscreant, remaining cool while exposing yourself to danger,” Sanjay said, recalling the event that had drawn so much police attention it nearly cost her license before she even had it. “If that didn’t demonstrate your ability to drive under pressure, I don’t know what would.”

    “Yeah, I’m not sure the Vegas cops would agree with you there,” Phoebe said.

    “And soon you will be returning to work at the CIA, am I not correct?”

    “Seven more weeks,” Phoebe said. “Still on leave until then.”

    “We have much to celebrate. Do you have time for lunch? I have discovered a most delicious barbecue establishment. I would be happy treat us on this momentous occasion.”

    “I have time, and I love barbecue,” Phoebe said. “I’m so glad you decided to take up protective driving and move to DC! How are things going with your security training?”

    Sanjay glided to a stop at the red light.

    “Very well indeed,” he said. “We have just begun—”

    The rear door to the taxi was flung open, and a tall, flabby man wearing a stained and wrinkled gray suit launched himself into the back seat and lay down across the bench.

    “Скорость перемотки!” he said frantically. “Скорость перемотки!”

    • Ack! More please!!!

      LOL, do you know what Google Translate just said your tall, flabby stranger said? I got, “Rewinding speed!” If you are going to pull a Sayers and put in foreign bits, please include footnotes. I love footnotes, anyway, and I have a feeling you would write Very Good Footnotes indeed!

      Despite the Google thing, this works great. We know he’s in trouble and we know exactly what Phoebe and Sanjay know.

      And I say again, more please (-:.

      • The translation engine I used said those words would mean “Go fast!” Crummy Internet.

        The Cyrillic alphabet is going to be a problem. I’d hoped to find a phonetic spelling, like you see with “Da” and “Nyet.” So far, no luck.

        • You know, it probably does. Stupid machine translation can really twist even the simplest of sentences. (Or should that be especially the simplest of sentences?)

          I actually don’t mind the Cyrillic. “We have the technology!” to make it possible for you to publish with those in there, and it adds a certain exoticism — the scene itself completely carries the meaning, and it’s only anal people like me who are going to stop and Google. And, if they are like me, they’re going to blame Google for screwing up the translation.

          Quora or even the NaNoWriMo forums might be a good place to find out how to say stuff. Of course, I think the best time to ask at NaNo is week two, when people are still writing, but starting to procrastinate.

          But this is a second- or third-draft problem. The scene works great as it is!

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