If you have an account, then you know about all the cool features on the website: nanowrimo.org
Each year you can start a new project. Edit your bio information. Use the word sprint tool to help you write. If you can find a community of writers that is even better.
Then, during the month, there will be emails sent out from other writers to motivate you along the way.
It's a wonderful community and I've participated over the last four years.
This year my project is the prequel to Island Whispers. So I'm rebelling a bit, technically this isn't a new story, I have been working on it for a while, but I need to finish it. I'm hoping that the energy of the month and the word count goal will help me to finish this draft and make it a "complete" story.
So, a teaser for all of you lovely readers - no one else has read this yet - hopefully it's not too rough.
His legs moved quickly still he wasn’t fast enough. His eyes focused on the figure that was starting to get larger as it got closer to the ground. He barely noticed the branches that tore at his clothes or whipped by his head.
Now that it was closer, he could make out its form. It was a being, a being with wings. And, from the looks of it, unconscious. He ran faster.
The being was almost to the top layer of the trees. He wasn’t going to make it in time.
He desperately sent out a wave of energy, hoping to stop this being’s descent. It worked. The body came to a stuttering halt, just above the tree level. Slowly, he concentrated on lowering this being onto the ground.
Once it was laid out upon the grass, he checked her pulse. For it was a she, with her graceful form, and elegantly defined face. Her hair came in pale cascades to the ground. He felt her forehead, she was warm, and he could see her eyes flickering under their lids. She was still alive, and he found himself gazing wonderingly at her large wings that were crumpled beneath her. The wings were pure white, almost too stunning to look at; they seemed to glow with an inner beauty. Each feather a delicate perfection of shaft and vanes, like artwork, it made a balanced piece.
He could find no physical cause for her fall, but she looked exhausted. Pale shadows were under her eyes and her energy felt dull.
Keith passed his hand over her body, reading her energy. There were small flares, but mostly it was dark. He tapped into his own energy and let it pour onto her. Their energies collided and he saw sparks fly. Her colors brightened immediately and her eyes snapped open.
“Who are you?”
Who do you think he has just met! If you've read Island Whispers, you might have some idea of who this character is and what her name is.
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