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Teeny Tiny Tony and Teeny Tiny

I wrote this story when I was a child of an unknown (to me now) age. I don’t know whether the story was for school or for fun, but it’s a story about Teeny Tiny Tony and Teeny Tiny, which really needs no introduction at all.

Teeny Tiny Tony and Teeny Tiny

Once upon a time there was a teeny tiny boy named Teeny Tiny Tony. He lived in a teeny tiny house with teeny tiny parents. He also had a teeny tiny dog named Teeny Tiny. Teeny Tiny was very playful.

One day Teeny Tiny Tony went outside with Teeny Tiny. They played fetch with a teeny tiny frisbee. Teeny Tiny was very good at playing fetch. He was the best player in the neighborhood.

Teeny Tiny Tony threw the teeny tiny frisbee very hard. He threw it so hard that the teeny tiny frisbee landed at Teeny Tiny Elementary School. He decided to get it the next day.

The next day was Saturday. Teeny Tiny was following Teeny Tiny Tony to the teeny tiny school. A very hard wind was blowing everything away. The teeny tiny wind blew Teeny Tiny Village away. That is the end of Teeny Tiny Village.

THE END

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My first novel: Chapter One

(I’m camping and probably freezing my tail off. Send warm thoughts my way! I’ll be back on Monday, but if all goes well, this should autopost and you’ll be able to read the first chapter of my first novel–written in November 2002!–and laugh with me. Happy reading!)

“This is the first time I’ve kept a diary (or at least tried to without losing the diary first). But before I actually start writing, a few things about me:

1. I never tell anyone anything about myself.

2. I don’t want friends.

3. I can’t have friends.

4. I have to keep myself from making friends if at all possible.

I know it’s crazy, but if I’m going to be accomplished in the future, I don’t need a social life to get in the way now. They cannot know what I am thinking. It would ruin my entire purpose.”

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The very beginning of my first novel

First, thank you. I’m amazed at all the encouragement I’ve gotten for the last post full of emo questioning. For those who are wondering, I have made no more progress on the writing front. The sitting back and thinking may be doing me some good, especially given how little planning I put into even this draft. However, I did crack open my first NaNoWriMo novel, written back in 2002, and read the beginning of it. And wow, is it bad. I’m about a third of the way through now, and doing a dramatic reading of the book is very tempting, though I’d probably start laughing halfway through acting out each scene.

The book is about a shy and antisocial high school student who has a bit of a nervous breakdown and retreats to her local coffee shop. Here’s a choice bit–the very beginning, in fact. I’ll be away tomorrow, but I’ll have the rest of the first scene set to autopost. If all goes well, it should post tomorrow evening. For now, enjoy the beginning.

“This is the first time I’ve kept a diary (or at least tried to without losing the diary first). But before I actually start writing, a few things about me:

1. I never tell anyone anything about myself.

2. I don’t want friends.

3. I can’t have friends.

4. I have to keep myself from making friends if at all possible.
I know it’s crazy, but if I’m going to be accomplished in the future, I don’t need a social life to get in the way now. They cannot know what I am thinking. It would ruin my entire purpose.”

Determined, much? This one is.

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Excerpt: The pumpkin novel

You asked for it, and I’m providing: an excerpt from the pumpkin novel. Consider it a late holiday gift. This part is from the second draft, and I changed it to eliminate all but one pumpkin. In this piece this pumpkin becomes sentient and floats off into the night. I can see lots of things wrong with it, the most obvious being my excess repeating of certain words. But after some heavy revising, this scene can stay in the story. That’s more than can be said about some other scenes, though most of that is due to some heavy changing of my timeline.

Here you go!

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Adventures in Wrimonia, Part Thirty-Eight: Epilogue

The Next October

Mia made her way down a familiar path to a world she had visited once before. In some ways it looked just as it did the year before: the buildings were still in the same places, though they, along with their plaques, had been scrubbed down after the recent shutdown and cleaning, the streets had been paved, the familiar eraser benches had been revamped, and even some of the people looked familiar. But no one had a bar above their head, most of the people who had halos the year before were halofree, and some people were new by Mia’s standards. Mia checked her name tag and noticed that she was still going by the same name as the year before. She checked into her bag as she entered Wrimonia. Old works, check. Laptop, check. Metal pencil that saved her life last year, check.

As she walked around the forum, she noticed Dragonchilde chasing a Wrimo who strangely resembled a troll across the forum. “Get him banned!” someone yelled as Dragonchilde chased the troll, holding on to her hat so it wouldn’t fall off. She still wore the staff badge, Mia noticed. That was familiar, at least. But one thing that wasn’t familiar was the horde of Wrimos at the Newbies forum. Mia walked on that way and noticed the plaque: “A place for newbies to gather or for veterans to give them advice.”

And then it hit her. I’m not a newbie anymore, Mia thought as she passed them. They looked so young. None of them had participant or winner badges, and many of them looked nervous. Almost all of them chimed up with questions as other Wrimos passed, and some of them chased the more senior Wrimos as they passed. One of them approached Mia as she passed.

“Wow, you did NaNo last year?” the Wrimo, a young impressionable Wrimo, asked.

Mia nodded and looked at the place on her chest where she noticed veteran Wrimos’ badges last year. Sure enough, a Winner badge from the year before sat on her chest in bright purple. “I did NaNo last year and even won,” Mia said.

“I’m scared,” the Wrimo asked. “Is it hard?”

Mia thought back to her own journey through NaNoWriMo: the adventures with her characters, meeting Alaina, the joys and commiserations with other Wrimos, the forums, the procrastination and distraction that she discovered while writing, the battles with Writer’s Block and Inner Editor, the struggle to make the daily word count each day, the struggle to write consistently. Finally she said, “It’s as hard as you make it. But don’t worry, there’s always someone here to help you if you need it.”

The Wrimo smiled. “Veterans can adopt newbies, right?” the Wrimo asked. Mia nodded; she had noticed this the year before but decided not to take advantage of such an offer; after all, she was here to write. “Will you be my mentor through NaNo?”

“Of course,” Mia replied, and they wandered around the forums while Mia told the new Wrimo about her NaNoWriMo experiences.

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And Adventures in Wrimonia comes to a close. There’s so much to say here, but that’s what a separate post is for: the experience of writing Wrimonia, why such-and-such didn’t get mentioned (probably because I didn’t have time!), and what’s coming next.

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