I was talking about writing again in my last post - Ten convinced me today, that I should participate in NaNoWriMo. In the beginning I was thinking about writing down the story of our RPG group. That would have been a "novelized" version of our current fading suns adventure or the story how it was originally supposed to happen in another system.
Then he said something.
Axys came running into the kitchen, jumped onto the windowsill and stretched his nose as far out of the half-open window as he could to get a little more of the chill autumn air from outside. And Ten said: "I wonder if they actually DO smell something on the wind…"
This set my creative process in motion and I immediately thought of a foggy, cool november morning on which a slender man in a loincloth stands on a hilltop, a spear stuck in the ground at his side. He stands his watch, staring at the gigantic forest on the horizon and in a chill draft of air he notices the smell of winter. And also something else...
I only hope to make the 50.000 words in time.
Then he said something.
Axys came running into the kitchen, jumped onto the windowsill and stretched his nose as far out of the half-open window as he could to get a little more of the chill autumn air from outside. And Ten said: "I wonder if they actually DO smell something on the wind…"
This set my creative process in motion and I immediately thought of a foggy, cool november morning on which a slender man in a loincloth stands on a hilltop, a spear stuck in the ground at his side. He stands his watch, staring at the gigantic forest on the horizon and in a chill draft of air he notices the smell of winter. And also something else...
I only hope to make the 50.000 words in time.
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