Any writers out there?

GhostWay · Postby **GhostWay** » Fri Dec 02, 2005 7:13 pm

I write some, but not nearly as much as I should. I've written a few short stories, although I'm nowhere near happy with any of them. Partly because they all eventually descend in semi-sensical Twilight Zone-like weirdness. I'm also working on a Fantasy-Humour novel (that I hope to publish eventually), which is only sensically weird at the moment. I'll admit, it was inspired in large part by Terry Pratchett's Discworld series. In short, it's about a man named Marvin Blunt who has strange things happen in his presence. (I'd post a small sample, but the quote seems to truncate at an apostrophe. Odd.)

Richard K Niner · Postby **Richard K Niner** » Fri Dec 02, 2005 8:35 pm

That's because it's not an apostrophe, it's a single quotation mark.

Rooster · Postby **Rooster** » Fri Dec 02, 2005 9:27 pm

<table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'>Quote: (Phoenix @ Dec 2 2005, 12:53 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'>  <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'>Quote: (Rooster @ Dec 2 2005, 02:16 AM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> Shaw handed the receiver back to Elverson and moved along to the soldier on the corner. "What can you see Hoskins?" shouted Shaw over the gunfire. Hoskins dropped back to reload. "They're holding the buildings one block over with everything they've got, sir!" shouted the trooper. "I think there's an AT gun in the shop on the corner!" "Where?" Shaw asked. Hoskins leaned back around the corner. Shaw peered around with him. "That one there, sir! The one with the blue awning!" he shouted as a large explosion tore open the building across the street wide open, showering the troopers in the street with rubble and dust. Shaw began giving Hoskins orders when a bullet slammed into the man's head and dropped him to the ground. His squad mates pulled him clear but he was already dead. </td></tr></table>  Watch out for repitition: "a large explosion tore open the building across the street wide open" Other than that, not too bad <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... /smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /> Your description is quite good; I can visualise the scene pretty easily. A little more emotion/detail in some places might make it more effective, for example: "Shaw began giving Hoskins orders when a bullet slammed into the man's head and dropped him to the ground. His squad mates pulled him clear but he was already dead." ... I thought seemed a little plain. Perhaps have his brains fly out or something <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... tongue.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tongue.gif' />  </td></tr></table>  Thanks for the tips dude, I've been meaning to go back over them anyways. And I can get much bloodier, I just wasn't sure it'd be welcomed here... <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... ailwag.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tailwag.gif' />

Steve the Pocket · Postby **Steve the Pocket** » Sat Dec 03, 2005 1:07 am

<table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'>Quote: (GhostWay @ Dec 2 2005, 02:13 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> (I'd post a small sample, but the quote seems to truncate at an apostrophe. Odd.) </td></tr></table>  Try copying and pasting into WordPad, then deleting and retyping the apostrophes. The forum doesn't like MS-Word apostrophes. Oh, and Rooster, I think that last sentence should be written, "His squadmates (one word? I'm not sure) pulled him clear, comma, but he was already dead." Technically the lack of a comma is grammatically incorrect, but more importantly, the shift in subject looks too abrupt without a pause there. Dang, I'm nitpicky.

Caoimhin · Postby **Caoimhin** » Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:01 am

I've been working on a story that I may have mentioned. Its basically about Griffins that have their own civilization. They have one characteristic that is different though... They have muscular arms grafted to their sides because of experiments of the Fey (don't have me explain it now, I havn't even formulated a full background). They are NOT furries though. The whole story is written in a tricky format that I call "first person present" apparently it was popular in the 80s... Well anyway heres a snipet: "The light was dim and it was dusk so I was only slightly visible from a distance. I stood there pacing on guard duty. I turned my head in the direction of the plains, sensing something, and saw with my own two eyes a cloaked seven-foot tall figure standing at the edge of your kingdom. He shimmered slightly and his robes were white." I interrupt trying to remember something. I just cannot quite think of why this should be significant. It seems I have suddenly forgot it. But something is telling me that there is something wrong with this picture. Never have I heard of such a thing happening before, or at least something about this figure that I should know. "White robes you say?" I ask, not emphasizing that it is a question. I do not want her to feel that I disbelief her story already. I do want to believe her; she has kept almost nothing from me as of now. Could she be telling the truth though? Yes white robes." She states as she looks at me straight in the face. I can sense an odd look about her face, as I did not show any emotion with my question. I often do show emotion much more than other Griffins. It is odd for me to show none at all. So I can see, or feel, or should I say, think, why she would maybe be giving me a look. She may be suspicious that I have suddenly a suspicion about the truth of her story. What a statement. I should not use alliteration again. I chuckle inside my head then I try to regain my train of thought. Now where was I? Ah yes. Though there is said to be creatures that can project images into minds of people who are weaker than they and- what am I thinking? They are only legends that are used to scare little griffin-kin. Why should I, a grown Griffin, believe in these myths? Yet there is my own power. I pause a second. Yes they could maybe exist. What was the name of them again? This is odd I can't remember the name of these creatures. Anyway, it is unlikely though. My mind contradicts itself several times over. Gratzt is still looking at me oddly. I realize that I have been staring at a blank wall the whole time I thinking. I get out of my "trance" if that. She gives me a final surveying look and then continues her tale,

Caoimhin · Postby **Caoimhin** » Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:07 am

Ugh it seems I can only copy and paste a little at a time and some of it isn't copying I did change all the appostrophys in Wordpad though.

Caoimhin · Postby **Caoimhin** » Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:10 am

Heres another snipet: For what seems like another few hours, I think. I then have a hunch. If I focus my essence at my mirror copy he would also focus his essence backwards inward on himself. Since we are both relative to each other I'm perceived as focusing inward at the same time as I think I'm focusing outward. This goes vice-versa. If my outward force bounces of his inward force my outward force will combine with my inward force making my outward force and my inward force one in the same. He will do the same except backwards. When both our outward force and our inward forces are combined we will then be not total opposites but one in the same. That would mean I would be back to my former single mind projection self. If it doesn't work out that way then both my forms could disappear. Both my projections may be dependent on the opposites mind essence. I could collapse inward on my self and I would be gone forever. How did I get myself into this?

Tai · Postby **Tai** » Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:16 am

well, I;;ll post an excerpt or two of my would-be novel here, just for a bit of C&C...Never noticed this topic existed for some reason oo; ****************************************************[...exerpt begin] ...;;Not a year after the first nuclear warheads detonated, the fallout that was carried around the world wasn;;t entirely radioactive. Most countries then loudly objected to the war, and both major sides had the armament and tempers to quickly neutralize the offending members, obliterating most former governments. An anarchistic air filled the radioactive air, and crime was the norm. A new organization, the Smilax, managed to acquire many tons of supplies such as seed and cattle unaffected from radiation, weaponry, and other items, and had considerable standing in world power. Hundreds of smaller groups managed the same thing with varying degrees of success. Smilax had the beginnings of a grand army, and welcomed and supported smaller groups in many ways due to a veritable treasure trove of supplies from an abandoned outpost of the U.S. However, the generosity of the Smilax was not destined to last. One of the ;;larger;; smaller groups allied with the Smilax was the Ral;;tortal; mostly comprised of the former terrorists. Collectively, they coordinated an attack with a few other independent camps to take the hoard of supplies by means of massive infiltration. With little battle tactics and an inept commander at Smilax, both sides expended massive stores of missiles, collectively draining the reserves from the former countries;; stockpiles of rocket weapons. The frenetic U.S and Russian strategists managed to take out all major missile factories, so all that remained were tanks, aircraft, and a many presses for the ammunition they used. Tanks were easiest to use, since there were diesel storage tanks everywhere, as opposed to the rarity of jet fuel dumps after the war, or at least dumps that had any fuel left. Both factions suffered large losses in stores of ammo, food, and a capable defense, and were overtaken by the many ravenous groups starving for supplies. Not three years after Smilax had been established, it had fell, just like every ;;great, indestructible;; nations fall. The flaw of ethnocentricity and chauvinism killed Roman and British empires, the United States, and Smilax alike. Life was hard, very hard for the remnant of the large groups -;; ;;Great story, but your ;;hard life;; involves practically eating your weight in food every day and lounging around, eh Timur, you lazy kitten?;; Timur;;s head snapped around to the source of interruption of his out-loud reverie. Facing a small-framed teenager to his right, he exclaimed, ;;WHAT?! You think it;;s EASY to manage ClaCo;;s military division?;; The two, along with three others, were seated around a fire on the ground eating an evening meal. All of them wore a loose fitting homespun uniform: shorts and a kind of t-shirt that revealed most of the torso, as the temperatures could push toward 50 degrees Celsius, even with the almost perpetual cloud cover. In the afternoons it was light enough to see easily for a few miles as the sky turned a light gray, but the sun was never entirely visible. They were surrounded by brownish buildings seen in the dancing of the flame, matching the hue the caked dirt under them. As there was a warm breeze outside, this small group had opted to dine on their assorted vegetables outside, roasting them over a fire. Conditions at ClaCo were an unsubtle mix between technological prowess and crude, jury-rigged structures. A bank of computers in one building was powered by a rickety generator hooked up to the river to the east, and the patched concrete buildings that managed to survive the years of war had wooden stalls covered by homespun cloth where people bartered for the items there. Tanks were parked in no particular area, as one large enough bomb might take out the entire company, and the two rare bi-planes were kept in a crude wooden-framed hangar with thin metallic sheets covering the sides. Sama;;s voice took on a leering tone; ;;Yeah, it must be so hard to order people around for ten minutes, go for a stroll, then sleep the rest of the day.;; Timur became indignant at his little sister;;s jibes. ;;It took PLANNING to give those orders, and the ;;stroll;; that day was a careful inspection of the tanks! Or did you forget that the commander of ClaCo and I have known each other since he founded this base?;; Sama adopted a taunting look. ;;He;;s known us both longer than that. And what about your little snooze you take every day? Or is that part of your planning, creating a large puddle of drool on your desk? No wonder there are water restrictions now; it;;s all disappearing though your mouth onto your fancy second-in-command desk!;; ;;Don;;t deny it, Timur, you;;ve gotten rather comfortable here and you know it,;; Elmspree said, over a bite of roasted turnip with some sauce Elmspree found in a recently looted cache. The bottle was in some language no one recognized, but as it was found in the kitchen, and after tasting it he decided to use it to flavor the bland turnips. As of late the camp had gone into conserving food and water, trying to ration out food since the reserves had nearly been deplete. It was nearing the end of winter, and the greenhouses could only produce so much fresh food. Timur and Sama continued their bickering in rising tones. Sama;;s earlier crack about Timur being a cat wasn;;t too far off - both of them sported a cat-like face complete with a stubby muzzle - though devoid of whiskers. They still looked human enough to recognize facial expressions, and also sported a tail, complete with thick orange-tinged white fur, Timur having a considerably darker shade than that of his younger sister. Their hands and feet, though the latter was covered by their boots, had five appendages each, but had pads on the tips and palms. Their eyes were also interesting: Timur had brown irises that were so bright they could pass for orange, and had a shiny grey border around the burnt orange. Sama had the same shade of grey Timur had for the most part, but flecked with small shreds of the orange. Other than those mostly cosmetic changes, the two of them walked upright and was indistinguishable (provided their tails and ears were covered) from your everyday nuclear war survivor, but the tufts of fur hanging on either side of their heads and ears placed on top of their heads quickly identified them as themselves; other than the two of them, no one at ClaCo knew of any other walking, talking, giant animals. Pash looked at the bickering siblings with a faint air of amusement. They were constantly fighting, but knew under it all he knew they really did care about each other. Pash had known Timur and Sama for six years, meeting them as they made it to ClaCo. It was barely a week after Smilax fell, and everyone at ClaCo thought the Smilax settlement was entirely wiped out, which was mostly a resupply station instead of a martial outpost. However, the two siblings managed to make it out - barely. The two were now 15 and 21, but at the ages of 9 and 15, they had arrived in a state of shock. Pash recalled how tattered the two arrived, in decent shape considering the rest of the outpost was dead or missing. Pash had recognized them from the outpost, where they had worked distributing the foodstuffs they grew there, or helping dig up weeds, or some other odd job. As they sought refuge at ClaCo, though, the pair looked - awful. Their fur was singed where it still existed, and the rest of them was filthy, dirt caked with blood and tattered clothing. Sama had a leg bent at a bad angle, and was leaning heavily on her brother just to hobble along. They were taken in to the med building, but asked to explain how they survived; they both would look off and would just stare. The one psychologist at the camp had said something along the lines of them undergoing a mental trauma and recommended no one bring up the incident, both of their escape and about their feline tendencies. As the two convalesced, the residents of ClaCo grew on the pair, and it was eventually noted that both had a working knowledge of a lot of things. Though the Smilax outpost had been a distribution center, it wasn;;t entirely unguarded with a few tanks sitting around. The siblings had managed to acquire a working knowledge of many things, but the one thing they excelled in was tanks. Easily bored during their free time, the two wandered around the camp looking for something fun to do. At some point they began to ask the tank operators about how the tanks worked and so on. The people of the tanking groups usually were in a mood to entertain, since the look of two eager kittens would lighten up the stress of being at constant warfare, and taught them about the various parts and systems of the tanks. The two of them could make up part or even a whole tank team depending on the model. Timur specialized with the weapons, loading the main cannon, or if need be the turret machine guns on top. Sama;;s could drive the tanks and had a decent understanding of the machinery, but couldn;;t lift the heavy shells continually to load the cannon. Together at ClaCo, they took over several camps and repelled a few surprise attacks at ClaCo from another faction. Pash looked over at the two just then, as Sama threw a large turnip at Timur;;s unsuspecting head. Timur;;s head bounced back hard and Timur fell awkwardly to the ground, dropping his nearly empty plate of turnips and cabbage. Timur got up began chasing after Sama, who had got up and began to run, to get even for the turnip over the head. Pash looked down and chuckled lightly. For such battle-hardened veterans of war, the two had the disposition of young kids most of the time; he wondered how they managed to stay so light-hearted despite everything. He was the leader of a four-person tanker group, which included Timur and Sama, and another guy, Daniel. Daniel was a funny little guy, Pash thought. Daniel was a full six inches shorter than the imposing 6 foot tall Timur, but still challenged Timur despite his size. On one of Timur;;s planned out runs, they managed to surprise a camp to the point that they never managed to get to their heavy arsenal; a few tank cannon barrels aimed at the defender;;s measly rifles quickly prompted a full surrender. The camp got themselves a simple deal: run away or catch bullets. Those asking to defect to their side were quickly shot; Smilax;;s loss at the hands of infiltrators burned deep in everyone;;s mind, and if they didn;;t join one their camps in the beginning, then it was considered too big a security threat to the scattered camps. As they surveyed their spoils, they came across the tank Pash;;s group now used. A four-person tank, armed to the teeth and in nearly mint condition. Boasting a seat and turret for gunners on the front and back, the Cats Claw, as Timur had called it, could decimate ground troops in a full 360-degree arc around it. With the wars that had been going on, a tank not damaged or scavenged for parts was unheard of. Gerald, commander of ClaCo, had accompanied the run to see how everything turned out. Impressed with the findings and considerable loot from that run, had promoted Timur from a regular tanksman to operations leader for the impressive planning, and assigned two others, Pash and Daniel, to the tank;;s group. Daniel came by holding a light assault rifle and found Timur looking over his shiny new tank; Daniel remarked that a better name might have been the Cat;;s Nostril from the way Timur was inspecting. Without turning around, Timur told the somewhat-skinny light gunner would be highly recommended for loading the 165mm cannon, which implied loading the 25 pound shells into the cannon. In the end Timur got his wish; The ClaCo military heads agreed that while he was an experienced light gunner, Timur and Pash needed to be outside and able to look around to make command decisions. By now, Timur had caught up with Sama with a cut branch from one of the bushes, and continued to chase after Sama while swinging the branch. Sama, who had resorted to putting her paws behind her head was yelping ;;Ow, OW! OK THEN I;;M SORRY!;; but Timur, head aching from the dense vegetable that had hit him on the side of his head, persisted for a few more seconds before finally slowing down and turning back to the fire, tossing the branch in a mulch pile nearby. Sama, with a mischievous glint in her eye, quietly picked up the branch and came after Timur. Sama got in a good thwack at Timur;;s shoulder before Timur used a leg to sweep out Sama;;s leg from under her and pinned her to the ground by twisting the arm with the branch behind her painfully. ;;Oww, OK ALREADY I;;LL STOP, LEGGO,;; wailed Sama. ;;Why are you doing this to me? WHAT did *I* do this time?;; Timur shouted, exasperated, ;;Why won;;t you just settle down and leave ME ALONE? Go bug Pash or Danny for a change!;; Sama;;s arm released from the twist, she plopped down on the dirt, rubbing her shoulder. ;;It;;s just so BORING here, we haven;;t done anything for months on end - There;;s only so many time;;s I can stand playing chess or something with Danny or repainting the mess hall or clearing the stuff that gets caught in the fence or listen to your stories...;; ;;Aw, but I wike li;;l Timmie;;s stowies;; Daniel said with a mock whine. Tilting sideways to look at Timur, Daniel continued in the child-like voice, ;;Tell us a beddy-bye story, pleease?;; Timur stood, even more flustered. ;;Alright, I;;m gonna go take a shower, change and get some sleep. Just for being so annoying, YOU;;RE gonna put my plate in the kitchen, Daniel;;, Timur said. Daniel sat up and began talking normally. ;;Wait, what? It was YOUR little sister that started this -;; Daniel began, then quickly shut up with a menacing side-glance from Timur. ;;Great,;; he muttered. ;;Since when is he allowed to order me to clean up his trash?;; ****************************************************[...end/begin exerpt] As Sama got up from the blast, she nearly fell again to the concussion of more nearby detonations. Knowing the explosions would wake even Timur, she rushed to the storage closet and took out a small, scoped rifle. One of the windows faced the entrance, where the mortar fire was likely coming from. Pash entered the room, just then, along with Daniel and Timur. ;;Forget the rifle, we need to get to the tank!;; Just then, however, the sound of the door bursting in and the shouts of troops changed his mind. With no wasted motion, he took an old fragmentation grenade and threw it down the hall toward the stairs while Timur and Daniel took up some assault rifles and bulletproof vests. The grenade detonated, and the screams of the ones in the blast radius filled the air. The ground shook again, throwing off another down the stairs, where he knocked another troop down. As the two scrambled to their feet, Daniel and Timur took aim and fired as soon as they got up the stairs. Also armed with bulletproof vests and helmets, they fell down from the impact, but were unharmed from the bullets. Before they could recover, Sama had taken the rifle and picked off the pair with bullets that found the gaps in their armor. ;;They;;re bringing in TANKS, we need to get to ours too!;; Pash yelled, armed with an anti-tank rifle. ;;We need to clear a path to ours, first,;; Sama growled, hefting the sniper rifle and running to the window facing the entrance. ;;Who;;s gonna bet that these are the same idiots we got our tank from; they;;ve stolen OUR tactic!;; she exclaimed, shattering the window with the butt of the rifle. ;;It was MY tactic, if you;;ll remember!;; Timur shouted as he and Daniel rushed downstairs. Sama couldn;;t help but snort once at her brother;;s ego, even at such a bad time when laughing might be a fatal distraction. Pash, with the large rifle with enough power to pierce tank armor, set up the tripod at the barrel end and assumed a prone position at the opposite side of the window, using the cement for cover on the same side Sama was kneeling. While Timur and Daniel held the building from outside, Sama and Pash were picking off their respective targets. The report of the tank buster was deafening as the explosive shells, with a funny looking long wand at the tip, screamed toward their targets in relative silence then detonated, while the lesser snap of the sniper rifle was deadly nonetheless. The calming breaths each took before lining up their targets steadied them to make the shot that would end lives. Taking a few moments to line up a target in the reticle, then gently squeeze the trigger to keep their aim true. A miss would waste time and ammo, which was in short supply as it was. Both trusted the duo downstairs to prevent any unwelcome visitors that would just slay them as they lie there, too focused to recognize anything else around them. Minutes faded into each other, time being irrelevant to the snipers, and targets fell. As Sama reloaded once again to take the lives more of the mortar teams, she noted that Elmspree;;s group fared well from the cover from Daniel and Timur, all of them picking off swaths of invaders with deft sniping and one full machine gun. Although the invaders had taken their strategy at the basic level of ;;rush in and shoot everyone;;, the Zhul Gnah failed to follow it up. A rush of ground troops and mortars did little more than wake everyone up in time to respond to the infantry with their own weapons, and then the anti-tank defense of Pash;;s high-powered rifle and a remote-activated minefield laid waste to what was left. The few that tried to climb over the razor-ribbon fence after the attack begun quickly realized that the current flowing though them didn;;t have to be kept on all day to kill them, just while they scrambled over the downed MEHTUL blades. As for the mortar teams, they might have fared better had they used the full advantage of their weapons that launched demise in high arcs in the air. But there were no hills to hide behind in the large valley, and were picked off by gunfire. ;;YEAH! THAT;;S what you get for trying to take us on!;; Sama whooped, after seeing the rest of the enemy run away in defeat. ;;Mm, it was all too easy considering that we did think about what we could do if Timur;;s plans were ever reused,;; Pash thought. ;;And we didn;;t even need to get to our tank.;; ;;Hey, you guys all right up there?;; Daniel called from the ground. ;;We;;re ok, how ;;bout you Danny?;; Pash replied. ;;Been better, that;;s for sure;; Daniel said, ;;Timur took a round to the leg, but it should be fine. All I got was a bunch of hits on my vest and helmet, nothing bad.;; Looking down, Sama and Pash realized that Timur was sitting on the ground, clutching his left leg. ;;Hey, but it DOES hurt; I don;;t know if I can walk all the way over to the med building, how;;s about helping me Danny?;; Timur was saying. ;;Well, I don;;t know, you DID force me to disgrace myself, acting as a butler and all

Tai · Postby **Tai** » Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:20 am

;;Argh, then you shouldn;;t have acted like I was your babby-sitter to tell you your stories!;; ;;Hey, are you complaining that I;;m complimenting your great storytelling?;; Timur hung his head in frustration. ;;Look, fine, I;;m sorry and next time we eat out I;;LL take your plate. But there IS the deal of me bleeding all over the place, y;;know.;; Daniel brightened at that and took one of Timur;;s arms around his shoulder to help him up. ;;That;;s the spirit; it;;s nice to apologize, even if it needed a little prompting from a bullet.;; Sama watched the two of them shuffle off. ;;I;;m going to put this stuff away, then go see if Timur;;s ok,;; holding up the rifle. Folding the tripod of the cannon and ejecting the chamber round, Pash answered back ;;Hey, I;;ll go too, since I;;m already up.;; Walking to another nondescript cement building, they entered though the large tent covering erected over the doors, which could be used as an overflow ward or triage, and though another set of doors to the actual building. A yowl of pain resounded from a direction, and the two of them hurried to the nearby room where the sound had come from, and saw a group of people holding Timur down. The group of people holding Timur down was letting him go, and the one was actually climbing down from on top of Timur. One of the attendants was wrapping Timur;;s shin up, and the doctor who had removed the bullet with a pair of forceps was walking toward them. ;;He;;ll be alright, and the leg should be perfect in a week or so.;; He turned to his patient a safe distance away. ;;Sorry for the pain, Timur, but the knockout gas is being set aside in case we need to do a more serious surgery.;; The stores of homemade ether were hard to come by since batteries were in short supply, used to obtain the sulfuric acid used in the distilling of ether. ;;Thanks, Dr. Dorsan.;; Sama said. Walking into the room, Pash and Sama sat down on the chairs near the side of the bed. ;;You ok, Timur?;; ;;Yeah *edit sorry for the bad readability, and for the excessive length....a few c&c would be appreciated, but I don't expect many to sit and read all that o_o

DesertFoxCat · Postby **DesertFoxCat** » Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:26 am

<table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'>Quote: </td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> anarchistic air filled the radioactive air</td></tr></table>  Beware, the repitition is out to get you! <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... tongue.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tongue.gif' />

Supersmoke · Postby **Supersmoke** » Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:03 pm

Peer editing is the greatest thing ever invented ever.

Tai · Postby **Tai** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:18 am

only if you can find people patient enough, should you start going into fulltime-novel mode <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... tongue.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tongue.gif' />

Dr. Doog · Postby **Dr. Doog** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:33 am

NaNoWriMo is over now. <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... ns/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /> National Novel Writing Month. it's a contest to 50,000 words in the month of November. No prizes except for having fun! <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... /happy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='happy.gif' />

Northern_l33tness · Postby **Northern_l33tness** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:35 am

<table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'>Quote: (DoppledangeR DooG @ Dec 7 2005, 03:33 AM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> NaNoWriMo is over now. <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... ns/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /> National Novel Writing Month. it's a contest to 5,000 words in the month of November. No prizes except for having fun! <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... /happy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='happy.gif' />  </td></tr></table>  You're off by one order of magnitude.

DesertFoxCat · Postby **DesertFoxCat** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 4:05 am

I signed up for that, but... Next time I got to start on November 1st, not the tenth.

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