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I've never gone to a write-in either, but then I'm not a sociable type. :) You'll have to let us know how it goes!

hS

The little blue puffed his chest out proudly.

"You alright?" Alex asked Derik anxiously. "I, um. I can leave, if you'd feel more comfortable." He whistled, and Zeke took off to land on his shoulder once more.

Last time I attempted it was back in 2012/2013 I think. Going to be writing the latest revision of the story that originally created Apollo (who unfortunately doesn't have a major part in this one).

Storme

At Alex's touch, Derik jerked and likely would have lashed out at the boy whose every aspect seemed calculated to mock him, but then Thoth was at his back, deep voice rumbling in his ears and his bones. He went still.

Gall took the opportunity to wrench his hand away and step back, glaring. "Do that to me again and I will kick your Spandexed butt, got it?"

Derik shuddered, his muscles shedding their combative tension, and straightened up—well, more or less. He reeled backward, and was rather grateful for support at that moment. "I—I apologize, everyone. I shouldn't—it's not his fault." He gestured vaguely at Alex. "It's not your fault." And at Gall. "Most of all, not the little cousin's fault. I'm sorry." He hid his face behind one hand.

Surprised and relieved not to be the one controlling the situation for a change, Jenni had done her best to keep Zeke calm throughout. Now she felt up for responding to Tom's interest. "He's a Pernese fire-lizard," she explained. "Genetic forebears of the dragons. Zeke's two, so he's fully mature, or just about."

(( Space Marines do have really deep voices, right? ))

Back in '11, I nearly fused my synapses getting the entire 50K done in two weeks before a holiday, just to make sure I finished. On the flip side, my '14 NaNo started late, and has a week-long plateau in the middle where I couldn't face it any longer.

Just remember: 1667 words is only one word at a time...

hS

Have one of my own shed feathers and a complimentary kit of Spikes!

If I set a goal for myself and then don't meet it, I get mopey.

*sigh*

I'm already at 2k words, but there's no way I'll be able to keep this up for the whole month.

Writing that much in that short a time is hard. You run out of ideas. Life gets in the way. Your story comes to a perfect ending at 43K. You forget to hit save and end up abandoning it for a week in a sulk. All sorts of things can happen.

And what you do then is file it away - and resolve to do better the next year. ^_^

hS

I've had an idea floating around since 2015 but I've never attempted a NaNo before.

I'm going to hate myself if I don't get it finished. >.>

If you (plural) share your NaNo usernames on the Board, people can friend you; then you can provoke yourself into a fit of rage-writing when they have higher wordcounts than you! It's heaps of fun.

hS (Huinesoron on NaNoWriMo.org, here's my previous novels)

This sounds like a good kick-start opportunity. My ultimate, perfect, innovating urban fantasy of perfection ideas may finally take a solid form.

Hallo Quincy! How are you doing?

Take a chainsword and a mug of Klatchian Coffee. Relax.

I'll be writing in Malay though. When you first learn a hard task, use the tools you wield the best.

Hoping to get to a write-in tonight, too (my first ever! Somehow I've never gotten to them before). Should be fun.

~Z

Who's taking part? And what are you planning to write (haha, I said 'plan'... ^_~)?

I'm giving it a miss this year; I try to stick to one year in two, so I don't end up burning myself out too often. I will be using NaNoEdMo in March to try and revise last year's NaNo.

For the hopefully-small number of people who don't know what I'm on about: NaNoWriMo is where you write a 50,000-word novel in November. That's it. 1,667 words per day (or, more likely, 250 words per day for a week and then 8000 in one massive binge to try and catch up...), with no editing or revision - there's no time for that! It's heaps of fun, and great for those 'I always wanted to write this story but never got round to it' types.

hS

He placed his hand upon Derik's back. "I would not suggest this course of action. And I think you would regret it."

Meanwhile, Tom walked over to the dragon. "Hi, Zeke!" he said. He gently stroked the beast. "Aww... He's adorable!"

Hi newbie! Here, have a very generic weapon; it could be anything you want it to be, within reasonable limits of course.

Just out of curiosity, what fandoms are you part of?

*tackles*

"Since fire's involved," Charlotte said, shrugging. "How're you doing, Ix? Enjoying the party so far?"

"Feeling a little overwhelmed, actually," Ix said faintly. "You guys don't mind if I excuse myself for a bit?" she asked, looking anxiously at Matt and Izzy.

Alex stepped forward, putting a hesitant hand on Derik's shoulder. "I mean, he was the runt of his litter. Hatching? Thing?" He swallowed; though he was tall, both Derik and Gall were obviously stronger than he was, and he didn't want to get between them if they started trading blows.

((You're fine! Zeke's a pretty playful and friendly little guy. He'll give anyone the time of day if they give him scritchies.))

Well played, my friend. Very well played.

"But that's a long story. Luna herself was really offended the first time she saw a Nightmare Night party; it didn't help that every time she tried to fit in she just scared the townsponies even more. But she's come around to the idea now. Also, what are 'lewdies'?"

"Yeah, you've been using a lot of weird words this whole time, Joker Jr.," Chris cut in. "What's the deal?"

Ami dropped her Epona illusion long enough to give Chris a firm magical dope-slap.

"Ow! Let me rephrase that so Ami doesn't smack me again; what flavor of English do you speak?"

So apparently I was supposed to come introduce myself on here about a week ago when I first crash-landed on the PPC Discord server. XD Whoopsie daisy! Hi, I'm Quincy. *giggles nervously*

Jenni smiled widely despite herself and held out her forearm so the little blue could perch. "Not eating too much junk tonight, I hope?" She rubbed his eye-ridges with one finger and let him feel her affection.

Following the fire-lizard's gaze, her heart sank. "Leave him be, little one," she murmured, and turned to put her body in their line of sight.

"It's fine," Derik growled, turning away himself and handing the half-full plate of snacks off to Gall. "'S time I left anyway—it's a party, after all. I've dragged it down long enough." He pushed himself up with one hand on the back of the chair, and it was a good thing, too, because he swayed on his feet and nearly collapsed as it was.

Gall snorted. "Nice try, buddy. Sit back down! Don't let an ugly, soft little runt like him—eep!"

Derik jerked her forward with his fingers down the neck of her breastplate. The snacks went flying.

The ex-rider snarled in her face, "Do not. Insult. Dragonkin. In front. Of. Me."

(( Aaand there's the dark side that's always lurking! Don't worry, I'm not gonna let any actual violence happen in this RP. If Derik's new bro wanted to intervene, though, he'd probably appreciate it later. (Or, when my turn comes around again, Gall will backpedal herself out of trouble, or Jenni will jump in. Or whatever!)

(( Oh, and Ix, let me know if I went too far with Zeke; I can always redo it. ))

"Thriller, thriller night! So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller, yow~!" Miguel sang along, doing his best to moonwalk. "I'm gonna thrill you tonight~"

Violet, wearing Wonder Woman's iconic leotard-boots-bracelets-tiara ensemble and a black wig, stopped doing the memetic zombie dance and cleared her throat. "Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize your neighborhood..."

"It's 'y'all's neighborhood,' get it right." Miguel gave her an annoyed look.

"And whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down/Must stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside a corpse shell," she continued. "Yeesh, I feel like I'm summoning Hades. No wonder he got Vincent Price to do this part."

"This is one of many reasons why I love Halloween," said Miguel with a grin. "When else do you get to see Wonder Woman doing the Thriller dance?"

"I would assume the outtakes of her latest film, Mr. Bond." Violet returned his grin. "Oooh, here comes the cool part of the monologue! And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver..."

"For no mere mortal can resist..."

"The evil...of the Thriller!" they intoned. They then high-fived as Vincent Price's evil laugh echoed from the speakers.