November is NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month.
I've wanted to take part in it for a while, but as I have university work coming down on me like the proverbial ton of bricks, I can't this year.
However, I still want to challenge myself this month, and get back into writing every day, because I'm fully aware of the fact that I've recently lost a lot of my Plot Bunnies not due to a lack of time to write but simply due to neglect.
All that is going to change.
For the next 30 days, I'm going to be writing and uploading one chapter of this story per day, with each chapter (well, the story bit, anyway) being exactly 150 words long, leaving me with a total word-count of 4500. That's a lot more manageable for this time-strapped university student than the 50,000 bar NaNoWriMo sets!
I'm hoping that this will reignite my desire to write longer things, and I promise that I will keep writing the next chapters of each of my other fics in between, but my writing is in a very stuck place at the moment and I need a big shock to get out of it.
The one-shots will focus on one character per day, using the theme of "awakening". I have a list of who will be on each day, so I know exactly who I have to do next. You can, of course, request, but you might have to wait for a Christmas Special!
AWAKENING
Gingka
It was so quiet.
There were birds singing in the trees outside his window, happy that the sun had returned. The leaves rustled, a susurration that ran through the village like the stream that tumbled down the mountainside. Somewhere, a group of children were having a beybattle. Their voices rose, laughter ringing from the encircling trees.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't that quiet.
But Gingka could still hear the silence inside the house. The fire had long since died and no-one had rebuilt it. The floorboards lay silent as no-one walked softly over them. No-one sang as he made breakfast, and no-one called happily to Gingka to get up and out of bed because the day was beautiful, perfect for blading.
Gingka curled up tighter under the covers and listened to the silence with his eyes closed against tears, as he awoke to the knowledge that his father wasn't there.
