I failed my dear loyal readers . . . I had said I would finish the story before leaving for our cruise (yes, I can say it now, as the cat is out of the bag, and many photos are posted), but I failed, and failed miserably.
Even worse, I got back home on the 19th of December, and sat here for two weeks, not writing. This is where I was as of the 30th of November 2014, the official end of NaNoWriMo.
With a total of 56,587 words, I met the November goal . . . but, as I said above, I’ve let my readers down big time.
It’s no excuse, of course, but I did try. I lost track of how many times I sat in front of the computer and reread the stuff I had written on the boat. I was not happy with it; not happy at all. Not only that, but previous chapters, the ones that were rushed before leaving, had events and dialogue that painted me into a sort of a corner.
I had close to 2,000 words I did not like, and I had lost my thread. Sure, I had made notes, very rough notes, of where I was heading, but that path was dark to me now (yes, we watched the Lord of the Ring trilogy during the holidays, as we do each year).
I had something I never had before . . . something akin to writer’s block. OK, not writer’s block.
You know how established writers will give advice like “if you don’t like something, or something ends up not going the way you like, scrap it and start over”? Well, that ain’t me.
But still, the tremendous guilt associated with failing my readers weighed heavily on my massive shoulders . . . and then I remembered; I’m not getting paid for this. I set everything aside, and for a week I did not even think about it. Yesterday I sat down and re-wrote the stuff I had written on the boat.
2,563 words . . . and I kept going, writing the chapter after this one, another 2,024 words.
I had found a path . . . not exactly the one I had seen before, but one that let me make progress toward completing this novel.
However, it’s been over a month, and people might have forgotten stuff. I would suggest doing what I did, and re-read the whole thing . . . but I realize that is a luxury many don’t have (or a punishment many don’t deserve), so here’s something I had no intentions of doing . . . a precis of the story so far.
Mind you, it’s a very quick summary of more than 56K words. I don’t recommend new readers use this to catch up; this is strictly a very sketchy reminder for existing readers, all 3-4 of them, who are current to the last chapter.
Precis: Untitled NaNoWriMo Novel #2
Raven 17, a Mech who recently became self-aware, and was also recently recently discharged from the military, interviews and gets a job with Remo Wolf, Private Investigator. It turns out Remo Wolf is the one remaining hybrid, the integration of technology into a human being, from experiments some time back. Aside his PI business, he also bears the responsibility of enforcing a ban of further development of Hybrids, a ban he himself negotiated and helped put in place.
The first case they tackle is the apparent suicide of another Mech, with the unusual twist that the Mech’s backup was also lost. In the process of the investigation, facts come to light that point to a larger conspiracy involving humans who hate Mechs, other humans who are secretly building Hybrids as a potential deterrent to an eventual human-Mech confrontation, and possibly other parties.
Raven is at the center of it because of information she may possess but is not aware of possessing. Namely, memories of her pre-self-awareness missions on behalf of the military.
In the course of the investigation, Remo is confronted, and disables, a Hybrid, apparently one of many secretly built by a splinter group of the very organization responsible for ensuring no Hybrid research is constructed.
Helena, the Hybrid charged with killing Remo, is instead ‘liberated’ when Remo removes a program operating below the hybrids subconscious level. He repeats the procedure with two of three other hybrids that had been sent to kill him, after inadvertently killing the third.
Meanwhile, having been sent into hiding, Raven travels to a safe-house accompanied by Joe, a long-time friend of Remo who is also in the organization charged with enforcing the Hybrid ban. They have a prisoner who had attempted a procedure by tapping directly into Raven’s brain. The procedure, although interrupted, does cause Raven to remembers missions that did not officially exist; she had killed influential people who were then replaced with Mech duplicates, with the ultimate aim of facilitating Mech Emancipation, giving Mechs recognition as having individual rights.
The safe-house comes under attack, and Raven and Joe are captured while attempting to escape. Meanwhile, Remo visits MechCentral, confronting Omicron, one of the oldest self-aware Mechs, regarding their involvement in the current machinations. Omicron admits to the involvement, hinting that, as others had, Remo’s usefulness and ability to control things was no longer a factor. With that, Remo is imprisoned, but Remo Warns Omicron of what might befall MechCentral if he is not let go.
I did say it was brief . . .
Chapter 32 will go live in a password-protected post, shortly after this post.
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