Tag: Wrimonia

Missed Friday’s installment? Read Part Thirty-Three before continuing.

Everything was gone. Writer’s Block, Inner Editor, the black bubble that Writer’s Block had been blowing to surround them. Mia looked up. It was just like the day she was browsing the adoptable threads in the Plot Doctoring forums, except she didn’t get sucked into anything. She got up and wiped herself down. Then she noticed where she was.

NANOWRIMO ATE MY SOUL, read the nearest plaque. Nothing could be more true, Mia thought as she ran into the forum. She stumbled into the nearest thread, conveniently titled “I hate myself and want to die” and collapsed on the nearest couch, metal pencil still in hand. As she panted, she looked around the room. Other Wrimos appeared to be in similar states.

The next day disaster struck. Amy and Keith, who were so present the day before despite their murder of an innocent woman, were nowhere to be found. Alaina, of course, was on an extended vacation. Unfortunately, other visitors did make their way to Mia, and some very familiar ones at that.

The once-ugly man unzipped his costume and revealed his shiny locks and handsome outfit. He pranced around Mia, blowing dark bubbles in her direction and laughing with glee as they popped in her face.

“Stop it!” Mia yelled as another bubble, the biggest one yet, popped right in front of her face. “I’m trying to write here.”

With Keladryie’s inspiration, Mia wrote twenty-five hundred words that day, putting her at 33,500 words. As day twenty-five began, she drank two cups of coffee before beginning to write and grabbed a chocolate bar as a reward for writing a paragraph. The math told her to write 2750 words per day to reach 50,000 words in time, and despite writing 2500 words for several days this month, Mia sighed and looked at her computer. This was going to be impossible, she thought as she poked her blue bar in the hopes that poking it would make her word count rise. It didn’t work, of course, so Mia turned back to her laptop. Alaina was nowhere to be found; in fact, she had run away sometime last week and decided never to return. Maybe I should have used that other idea after all, Mia thought as she typed at her novel.

Wrimonia became more crowded over the next few days, but it wasn’t crowded enough to crash Wrimonia like it did over the last few days. More and more lime green bars appeared over people’s heads as Mia struggled to write her own novel, and more and more halos appeared. She looked at the nearest sign to her. “You should be at forty thousand words today,” the sign said. “How far along are you?”

Mia looked at her own word count and sighed. Only thirty-one thousand? She wasn’t doing that badly, she thought to herself as she continued to write. It felt like a struggle. So much for this home stretch everyone was talking about. This wasn’t easy at all. She looked up at the sky, and the bright blue sky reflected what everyone else was thinking. Not a single cloud appeared in the sky as Mia looked back down at her laptop. She looked at the clock that told her how many days until NaNoWriMo ended, ticking down the seconds until November’s end. This freaked Mia out, and she looked away. But something else was there, too. A stack of books.

But the guilt still floated over her. Why? Mia thought to herself as she walked around Wrimonia in search of a place to confess her writerly sins. All I wanted was a way to increase my word count, and I resorted to that random thing that appeared in my novel. Those… busty lesbian cabbage pirate ninjas or whatever they were. They weren’t supposed to show up. I should just delete that entire scene right now and be done with it.

She looked at the scene in her novel. That was the only thing she wrote the day before, and it did give her two thousand words. That was an awful lot to lose, especially when she was behind. But I’m getting back on track, she told herself. I can make that back up again.