Year-long NaNo discussion
Nicki Chapelway
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Top Secret Project

Since I can't tell you ..."
Contemporary? This sounds really promising!
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Since I c..."
It takes place a little bit in the future, but yeah, it's pretty similar to contemporary with a few marked changes. Thanks :P

Here's an excerpt...
I lean across my sink staring into the misty mirror at myself. I’m greeted by my own face, water dripping down my cheek and my damp hair clinging to my head. I peer into the mirror, my eyes narrowed, staring at myself as if my life depends on it. As if my reflection has some answers that I don’t. Unfortunately it doesn’t. I don’t know why I’m surprised. My reflection has never had answers for me before.
I need to stop looking for them. Some people might think I’m vain to keep staring at myself in the mirror like I’ve done all day.
“You’re no help,” I snap.


Thank you. Haha. That's good, I was trying to make Sadie relatable ;D

Sorry, I seem to have missed ' dystopian' from above😲😱.
Sadie sounds wonderful. I love how you're trying to make her relatable. It's nice to read about someone you feel that you can connect to, even in small, everyday things.

Well, it's not your typical dystopian... but I shall zip my lips to keep from spouting off any spoilers ;P
She is. I didn't realize till I started writing how many similarities exist between us.

Here's an excerpt...
I inhale a deep breath telling myself that I don’t have time for a panic attack. That a panic attack could actually be the worst thing to happen to me right now. Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better. And I still feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.
I can be so unreasonable sometimes.

Here's an excerpt...
C’mon, Sadie, it’s called walking. You just put one foot in front of the other and you move places. It’s really not that hard.

Haha, for me the struggle is just to sit up out of my bed XD

Haha, for me the struggle is just to sit up out of my bed XD"
Does opening your eyes count? I sometimes find myself unable to manage even that

Haha, for me the struggle is just to sit up out of my bed XD"
Does o..."
Haha, it definitely counts. Half of my process of waking up is me blinking around my room for ten minutes just trying to keep my eyes open XD

Yup! I'm working on it! Hope to get some written this afternoon if I can (right now I'm editing Winter Cursed). Just haven't had much time for this story this past week.

XD *cough* it's only five. Don't tempt me because I have probably five stories that still really want to be written ;P


Wow, I don't think I've come across this kind of animosity felt by the heroine toward the hero since... well I don't even think Elisabeth disliked Cedric this badly.
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He sits across from me. Never mind that it was the available seat, it still irks me. He stretches his legs out, crossing his ankles, which is really not necessary. Especially since his legs are so stupid long. You’d think I would be safe in a limo my size, but no he has to be at least six feet tall and with his legs stretched out his foot nearly touches mine.
I slide my feet under my seat despite the discomfort due to my heels.
Note to self: Get a bigger limo.


Well really all the animosity is on her side, he's pretty laid back.

Oh no, that's not this guy. Eugene is the one who said he would kiss Olivia- different story XD



XD Are you talking about A Winter Dark and Deadly, or my Sci-Fi story? (because if it's the latter, yes, any writing time I would have had for my Top Secret Project will go toward that this month ;P)

I'm talking about both, but the Sic-fiction more indefinitely...

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Wilson releases a heavy sigh. “Whatever did I do to deserve having someone like you in my life?”
“Something really really great. Because I’m awesome.” Robbie waggles his eyebrows. “You’re welcome, by the way. For being in your life.”
I can’t tell if Wilson wants to laugh, cry, strangle Robbie, or do nothing all together. In other words, his face is pretty emotionless.

*thumbs up*"
THANKS!!! Though I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get done these next two days with me working to finish up college....

*thumbs up*"
THANKS!!! Though I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get done these next two days with me working to finish up college...."
Totally understandable...but think of all the time you'll have once you're done with that! XD

*thumbs up*"
THANKS!!! Though I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get done these next two days with me working to finish u..."
That's what I keep telling myself. All I have left is a final exam and a dialouge post. Except the final exam is seventy-five minutes long and I think I'm dreading the dialogue even more than the exam *cries*

So many spoilers, don't have time to find an excerpt free of them, but, ah... Sadie may or may not have just been proposed to.

So many spoilers, don't have time to find an excerpt free of them, but, ah... Sadie may or may not have just been proposed to."
....WELL THEN.

So many spoilers, don't have time to find an excerpt free of them, but, ah... Sadie may or may not have just been proposed to."
....WELL THEN."
Yup, it's pretty intense.

Here's an excerpt...
“There you are,” Wilson says, gruffly.
“Well hello to you too,” I reply as I stroll into my living room.
“Look, I don’t have much time. I’m just calling to tell you that I’ve arranged a date for you.”
I stub my toe and collapse into the chair. It had been my original destination, but I hate that we would have to meet like this. I hiss as I rub my toe. “What???”
Since I can't tell you much about the premise, here are some excerpts.
“You have the looks and the brains to go places. To get out of here. To live a good life. To survive. And if you waste them… well, then obviously I was wrong about how smart you are.”
“Logan Rook is not at all a person you would call classically handsome. He wouldn’t have made a good hero even if he hadn’t first been a villain. He doesn’t have any strong features. Well, that’s not entirely true. I suppose you could say that his jaw is relatively strong. But that feature was bellied by cheeks that were too soft and round. His nose isn’t large or impressive, but instead a small, button nose. His eyebrows, I suppose hardened his features- even if just a little bit. Large, bushy, with a tendency to lower into a scowl. But even with them he doesn’t even look like villain material. Scar on left jaw or no. I would have placed him as more of an inconsequential side character who nobody would care if he got killed off.
His only actually attractive feature, I suppose, was his eyes. Hard and grey, promising intelligence. But even they were unfortunately deep set, overshadowed by his more than impressive eyebrows.”
And here is an excerpt from the beginning...
Truth is really just a matter of perspective. Generally it’s the media’s perspective. That doesn’t always have to be the case, but nine times out of ten it is.
For instance, according to the media, I am smart, beautiful, loved. Happy. Perfect. And even if over half of those aren’t actually true, I’m not about to contradict the media. So I just let the media keep spouting their lies. I keep pretending that those lies are actually truths. And maybe, perhaps someday, those lies won’t actually be lies after all.
I release a breath as I struggle to put my makeup on, but my hand is trembling so badly that I smear my lipstick. I grab a wipe and rub it off, staring into my reflection’s eyes and I see the same fear there that I feel deep inside.
Assuming I live long enough for it to, that is.
Well, that's all for now folks!