NaNoWriMo 2014 Week 4: End of NaNo ’14 – Vlog


This is it, the NaNoWriMo wrap-up video I wasn’t sure I was gonna do until I did. As usual, I talk a little about the experience, share a little of the writing (unedited, of course) and manage to make a mockery of myself at earliest convenience. I think it came out pretty good. :D

Quick note: I apologize in advance for my utterly lackluster narration and bedraggled semblance. This is me almost immediately after a night of no sleep followed by a seven-hour car ride across Texas. Wasn’t feelin’ too animated or… you know, alive, in this video.



Share something from your NaNo novel this year.



2 comments on “NaNoWriMo 2014 Week 4: End of NaNo ’14 – Vlog

  1. Congratulations! :D

    You want to see something from mine? Okay, here you go!

    My sisters and I are huddled around a fire. Elaira has curled up with Brianne, and they sleep like the rocks scattered around Central Park. Chaiya is sprawled at their feet. I’m pretty sure she’s asleep as well. Over the course of the night, Mollia has scootched over to me and nuzzled up against my shoulder. I think she might be asleep, but I’m not sure. Either way, I don’t want to move her. I wrap my arm around her waist and rest my cheek on her head.
    “Are you alright?” Shoshana sits on the other side of the fire, holding the cooking pan over the flames. A whole fish rests in the pan; the fire is the only way to disinfect it from whatever gunk has been floating through the Hudson or East River all these years. I don’t remember which river this one came from. It’s not big. But it’s the best the Clan could give us, and it’ll feed the six of us.
    “Landiss. Are you alright?” Shoshana says again. I realize I haven’t answered her.
    “Oh.” I shake my head. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    She raises an eyebrow, the shadows from the fire flicker on her pale face. “Azoy?” she says. “Are you sure?”
    “Really, I am fine,” I tell her.
    “You don’t seem fine.” She leans her arm on her knee. Her skirt swishes around her calves and she tilts her head at me. “You can be honest with me, Landiss.”
    “Sho, I am being honest.”
    She lets out a black laugh and tosses her ankle-length braid over her shoulder. “If you are alright, then I am sunburned.”
    I frown at her, biting the inside of my lip.
    “We’re all upset. Abba is gone. I don’t expect you to be fine. Especially not so soon.”
    I look away, down at my boots.
    “I’m not fine, Sho,” I admit. “Are you happy now?”
    She shakes her head. “My father is dead. I’m not happy.”
    I close my eyes.
    “I don’t care what he may have said when he was living,” she says. “It’s not weakness to be honest about your feelings. Ema always told us that. Remember?”
    “I don’t remember much about her,” I mumble. “How do you expect me to remember what she told us?”

    I can’t wait to see what you’ve written! :D


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