Mark opened his eyes. He saw sky; nothing but sky. He hadn't been seeing sky before, but now he definitely was. This was surprising; but somewhat less so than how solid the ground beneath him was. He had been working in the soft muck that made up most of the Shining Hope's ground. Instead it was hard; like rocks or pavement. But there wasn't any pavement in Shining Hope. Anyway, the explosion had been quite something, or at least as much as Mark could recall of it anyway; but that didn't really explain the hard landing.
Intro:
It's that time of the year again; the time to waste my life doing something pointless and difficult, just to see if I can. If you haven't guessed yet, I'm talking about NaNoWriMo, a challenge to write a 50,000 word novel all in the month of November. As always I've posted a new website to track my activities and keep everyone of you disinterested customers up to date on my latest escapade into the realm of ametuer novelling. So I present to you my lastest creation: "One Man's Treasure is Another Man's Back Sponge".Current Progress:
As of the last publish, my novel contained: 50075/50000 Words. (100.2%)Estimated Completion Date: 17:27:22 7/31/10 MST. (183 Mean Words Per Day)
Files:
| omtiambs.txt | 19:25:59 11/29/09 MST | One Man's Treasure is Another Man's Back Sponge (The novel itself) |
| omt_people_places.txt | 0:23:25 11/19/09 MST | People, Places, and Things in the post, post apocalyptic dystopia of Denver. |
| Sayo Forum Link | A brief history of post, post apocalyptic Denver. Not all of it is novel related though. |
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