Nekar stands at one end of my desk, his jaw tight and his narrowed eyes gleaming. “You.”
Ms. MC stands at the other end of my desk looking equally as perturbed. “You.” She glares at me. “When you invited me out here, I didn’t think it was to help you dispose of these cast offs. I mean, that’s not a problem, but I thought you said something about an interview.”
“I did. Nekar, cut the western showdown bit and do what you came up here to do.”
“You can’t honestly expect to interview her.” He throws down Stubbornly and Adamantly on the desktop.
“Hey, it was supposed to be Good-looking-cocky-fighter-pilot-that-once-slept-with-Ms-MC-and-was-violently-killed by-Mr-MC’s turn, but you switched days. Not my problem. Get on with it.” I shoo him toward Ms. MC.
They eye each other with distaste.
“I could come back another day,” Ms. MC says.
“No, just get on with it, Nekar.”
He says through clenched teeth, “Tell the people who you are.”
“I’m Ms. MC. Idiot. Why don’t you tell them who I am?”
“I know who you’re not anymore. We’ve got your eyes, nails and body armor floating around here. How the hell did you even fit in that? I suppose prancing around in a skin-tight suit while doing the Council’s dirty work was a little too sexy for you?”
“I don’t prance and I don’t do sexy.”
“But Mr. MC finds you attractive anyway. How nice for you. I suppose he’s into you for what’s on the inside.” He throws a card at Ms. MC.
She peers at it. “Sarcastically? As if we hadn’t picked up on that? This is why you didn’t make the cut. You’re redundant.” She looks to me. “Are you sure I can’t kill him? I have a pulse pistol right here. It would only take a second.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it would be to clean Nekar bits out of my keyboard? No thanks. We better wrap this up before someone gets hurt. Nekar, thank Ms. MC.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?” He hurls an armload of adverbs at Ms. MC and jumps off the edge of the desktop.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Victims of the Knife: The NaNo Interviews 2
“Trala? Hey, so, uhhh, what brings you up here?” I look at once pretty woman now covered in dust bunny remains and cobwebs. Her cherished blue dress is tattered. Scratches cover her legs and arms.
“Didn’t think I was still around did you? Thought the dust bunnies at me, I bet. You said they were cute and fuzzy! Lies! They’re vile little creatures. And their teeth!”
“They are? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize they’d gone wild.”
“Yeah, right. Ms. Wildstar says otherwise.”
“Did she send you up here? I wondered where she’d gotten off to.”
Trala wipes some of the cobwebs from her hair and flips her long dark locks over her shoulders. “She gave me this flyer and told me to ask you a question about some Nana na mo thing.
“It’s NaNoWriMo, but nevermind, wouldn’t want you to sprain something. What’s today’s question?”
She squints at the flyer. “What is the title of your story?”
“I have no idea.”
“That’s an odd title.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Next I’m supposed to ask why you choose that title.”
“Because I don’t know what the book is called yet!” I take a deep breath and let it out. “Hey Trala, have you ever heard the term TSTL?”
“No. Why?”
“You should go look it up. I think you’d find it enlightening.”
“Didn’t think I was still around did you? Thought the dust bunnies at me, I bet. You said they were cute and fuzzy! Lies! They’re vile little creatures. And their teeth!”
“They are? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize they’d gone wild.”
“Yeah, right. Ms. Wildstar says otherwise.”
“Did she send you up here? I wondered where she’d gotten off to.”
Trala wipes some of the cobwebs from her hair and flips her long dark locks over her shoulders. “She gave me this flyer and told me to ask you a question about some Nana na mo thing.
“It’s NaNoWriMo, but nevermind, wouldn’t want you to sprain something. What’s today’s question?”
She squints at the flyer. “What is the title of your story?”
“I have no idea.”
“That’s an odd title.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Next I’m supposed to ask why you choose that title.”
“Because I don’t know what the book is called yet!” I take a deep breath and let it out. “Hey Trala, have you ever heard the term TSTL?”
“No. Why?”
“You should go look it up. I think you’d find it enlightening.”
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Victims of the Knife: The NaNo Interviews 1
Ms. Wildstar sits primly on the edge of my container of paperclips and rubberbands and clears her throat. “So, She Who Taps the Keys, I hear you’re doing this NaNoWriMo thing again.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“The flyer you threw down at us last week. You know, the one with thirty questions and the scrawled note to elect someone to ask them. Now I see why you type all the time. It took three of us to decipher your handwriting.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. My handwriting sucks. I freely admit it.” I rub my hands together. “So what’s the question for day one?”
“We all know you’ve done this before, but go ahead and tell us just how long you’ve been insane.” She coughs. “I mean, how long you’ve been participating.”
“This will be my sixth year. I’ve made to 50k every time. It will also be my fifth year coaching students through the Young Writer’s Program and my third year as a Municipal Liaison for my local region. I stay very busy during November.”
“We know. We hear you. Clickty-clacking all freaking morning. And talking to yourself. Do you even realize you do that? And would it kill you to get take a shower and get dressed before plunking down in front of that thing for hours?” She jabs a finger at my laptop.
“It might.” I glare at her. “I think we’ve have enough of this little interview for today.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“The flyer you threw down at us last week. You know, the one with thirty questions and the scrawled note to elect someone to ask them. Now I see why you type all the time. It took three of us to decipher your handwriting.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. My handwriting sucks. I freely admit it.” I rub my hands together. “So what’s the question for day one?”
“We all know you’ve done this before, but go ahead and tell us just how long you’ve been insane.” She coughs. “I mean, how long you’ve been participating.”
“This will be my sixth year. I’ve made to 50k every time. It will also be my fifth year coaching students through the Young Writer’s Program and my third year as a Municipal Liaison for my local region. I stay very busy during November.”
“We know. We hear you. Clickty-clacking all freaking morning. And talking to yourself. Do you even realize you do that? And would it kill you to get take a shower and get dressed before plunking down in front of that thing for hours?” She jabs a finger at my laptop.
“It might.” I glare at her. “I think we’ve have enough of this little interview for today.”
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
November won't be quiet
November has usually meant a silent blog for me due to NaNoWriMo taking over my life, but not this year. No sir. My host of discarded characters have decreed that they'll not sit quietly and be ignored.
Frankly, they've been rather secretive lately. I don't trust them to sit quietly and I certainly don't dare ignore them.
In hopes of flushing out what's going on behind the paper piles, I've devised a project that will keep them busy and, in theory, allow me the chance to flush out a few clues as to what their up to. Wish me luck.
Stay tuned for Victims of the Knife: The NaNo Interviews. Coming Nov 1.
Frankly, they've been rather secretive lately. I don't trust them to sit quietly and I certainly don't dare ignore them.
In hopes of flushing out what's going on behind the paper piles, I've devised a project that will keep them busy and, in theory, allow me the chance to flush out a few clues as to what their up to. Wish me luck.
Stay tuned for Victims of the Knife: The NaNo Interviews. Coming Nov 1.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Victims of the Knife: Grief and Zombies
Ms. Wildstar looks around cautiously. "Did you hear that huge whoop last night?"
Nekar nods. "I think it's safe to say she finished the rewrite."
"That means we're not going back in, are we." She sits down on a stack of paper and rests her chin on her hands. "We're stuck here while Xander is off having fun."
Nekar pats her shoulder. "Don't worry. I hear she might be working in the sequel during NaNo. There's still hope for us. Besides, you wouldn't like Xander now. He's older and only has a few speaking lines. He's not even the same man...err...boy."
"She rewrote him? My Xander?" Tears roll down Ms. Wildstar's cheeks. "I'll never see him again. We had so much fun together--searching for discarded technology, feasting on fantasy "food", acting out that cut scene where Ms. MC got to dress up and then she and Mr. MC when to that fancy party and then they-"
"I think we both know what happens next and I really don't need to hear the details. You're half my age for goodness sake. You know how long its been since I got to be in a scene like that? Four drafts ago. At least. You do not want to get me aroused."
Ms. Wildstar sniffs. "You really think there's hope we might get into the sequel?"
"Uhh, no. Not a chance." Nekar laughs.
"But you said there was hope."
"I was lying. I do that. But we might end up with some new friends."
"Wait, did you say NaNo was coming?"
"Yes, but if she does go with the sequel, I doubt we'll end up with NaNo zombies this year."
"But if she doesn't..." Ignoring the threat of paper cuts, Ms. Wildstar grasps the edge of her seat in white-knuckled terror.
"We'll need weapons." They run off toward the tower of precariously balanced paper wads as if the zombies are already at their heels.
Nekar nods. "I think it's safe to say she finished the rewrite."
"That means we're not going back in, are we." She sits down on a stack of paper and rests her chin on her hands. "We're stuck here while Xander is off having fun."
Nekar pats her shoulder. "Don't worry. I hear she might be working in the sequel during NaNo. There's still hope for us. Besides, you wouldn't like Xander now. He's older and only has a few speaking lines. He's not even the same man...err...boy."
"She rewrote him? My Xander?" Tears roll down Ms. Wildstar's cheeks. "I'll never see him again. We had so much fun together--searching for discarded technology, feasting on fantasy "food", acting out that cut scene where Ms. MC got to dress up and then she and Mr. MC when to that fancy party and then they-"
"I think we both know what happens next and I really don't need to hear the details. You're half my age for goodness sake. You know how long its been since I got to be in a scene like that? Four drafts ago. At least. You do not want to get me aroused."
Ms. Wildstar sniffs. "You really think there's hope we might get into the sequel?"
"Uhh, no. Not a chance." Nekar laughs.
"But you said there was hope."
"I was lying. I do that. But we might end up with some new friends."
"Wait, did you say NaNo was coming?"
"Yes, but if she does go with the sequel, I doubt we'll end up with NaNo zombies this year."
"But if she doesn't..." Ignoring the threat of paper cuts, Ms. Wildstar grasps the edge of her seat in white-knuckled terror.
"We'll need weapons." They run off toward the tower of precariously balanced paper wads as if the zombies are already at their heels.
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