Monday, November 7, 2016

NaNoWriMo Update : Pride & Prejudice in Space (because I can)


Just wanted to stop in and say hello.  I successfully completed my word count for today (Sunday :) ), and despite writing for almost four hours, I still wanted to put this here post together.

The writing is going well.  I've learned a few things about myself over the course of the week.

1) I am easily distracted.  It's a bad idea to go l
ooking for inspiration because you can quickly lose several precious writing minutes to the gloriousness that is Pinterest.

2) I can't spell.

3) Words are not my friend.  They are like, really hard.  I have spent the vast majority of my designated writing time trying to find the word that means a specific thing that I can only vaguely describe.  The word is always right on the edge of my brain, the tip of my tongue, and it very rarely comes.

And 4) I know some pretty amazing people who encourage me, inspire me, and push me to keep going.  (And who don't mind suffering me through various parts of my story to them at all hours of the day).  So thank you, you Weirdos, for being so kind and supportive.

If you're participating, I can't recommend enough the importance of a writing buddy and accountability partner.  Go Book Plots & Polka Dots!  You've got this!

And because I've been trying to be brave over the past year and actually share what I write, here's a snippet of Pride & Prejudice in Space.

Please remember that this is unedited.  It's all about word count, word count, word count right now.

And this year, I'm narrating my own story, because, why not? So be prepared.  Things are about to get ridiculous.

Enough stalling...here we go!

This is how I imagine that story would have played out among the stars.


It begins on the planet, Eldoret in the Corinth quadrant (a completely imaginary corner of space), at a small, yet thriving spaceport known as Meryton.  Among the bustling stalls selling any number of power converters and hyperdrives is a military post where over fifteen-hundred militiaman are stationed.  (For certain members of society - prone to frivolity and poor lapses in judgement - being surrounding by so many men of the military persuasion is something akin to heaven.  For others, it is a bit rough and tumble, especially on Saturday nights at the local cantina.)

Situated just outside of the main port center is a house (more like a house-ish structure.  Pod?  Orb?  Whatever, let us hitherto just imagine it as a house.  A quaint, cottage-like space house made up of some potential of awesomeness), and in that “house” lives a family of meager means.  While the father spends his days managing the Hertfordshire Shipping Company, a small, one-ship enterprise that moves goods and handles odd jobs (like offering to transport livestock to the outer reaches of the quadrant where the military oversee the rehabilitation of criminals), the mother is overly obsessed with the current single status of her four daughters (because some things never change, even in space).

There are those throughout the galaxy (including mother, who will fondly be referred to in all circles as Mrs. Bennet once again) who believe that women should not in fact be involved in the shipping industry.  While not as old-fashioned as to imply that a woman’s place is in the home, the rough and tumble lifestyle of the spaceports and the bona fide threat of space pirates makes for a dangerous lifestyle and one not conducive for four young women to find appropriate life partners.

Which brings us to one particular afternoon when the Hertfordshire Shipping Company’s only ship, The Longbourn, returns to port after a very long, filthy journey with twenty-five odorous piglets seen safely to the Kent Rehabilitation Center for Men of Despicable Dispositions at the edge of the Corinth quadrant.  Bet Bennet, captain of the Longbourn, and her sisters Jayne, Lydia, and Kit, wearily arrive at the HSC dock, unaware that their lives are about to change forever.

My story begins with a mother waiting impatiently for her daughters to disembark a ship, and a confused, lackadaisical father unaware that he will shortly be in the center of a very long, predictable conversation about the arrival of a new family of status to the port of Meryton.

Part One

In which a classic story gets turned on its head

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