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The next episode of secret oktober is live:
For those who are new to the site or just passing through. I am participating in NaNoWriMo 2021.
My current word count is 5,207 out of a target 50,000 words to be written by the end of November. Today’s total word count brings me in alignment with the target of 5,001 words. Considering I didn’t write anything worth mentioning on the first day, I think I’ve done a decent job of catching up to where I need to be over the two days that I’ve been vigorously writing. Now I just need to keep up the pace and I might even finish early if I don’t lose steam or get distracted. Or… run out of plot.
The ending of the second part of storm opens up the door for me to be really cruel to the protagonists, which I fully intend to do. I’d write more, but I think I need to let the story percolate in my head a bit so I can find really good ways to torture those two wannabe lovebirds who are probably too caught up in WTF-ism than in kindling any kind of romance.
I don’t want to get too much into the ghost of a plot I have in mind, but the story is going in the general direction I had in mind when I first conceived of this whole mess. That said, I am already thinking about supplanting Drifter as a song influence with an even older Duran Duran song that was not always available on this side of the pond called To The Shore. I like the idea, mostly because Simon make so little sense in this song (as with many of his early lyrics) and there is the little tidbit of a word that, for all I know, no one has ever deciphered what a sanhedralite is supposed to be. Like Secret Oktober, both songs are wide open to interpretation, so I can borrow as I please and know that I’m at least as right as most people about what the lyrics mean. Lyrics follow:
When your nine day feed is up And you've drained your loving cup Come stands reeling to the shore When the brave are coming out The dry fight and the dusty shout See you crawling on the floor And diamond stars shine glitter bright Gorging your sanhedralite Words are falling to the floor Glands stand pouring fruit tree Now they glisten on the waterline See how you are at the shore I'm moving Chrissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze Haul up all your petty desires Leave them lying down before Wash away the rusty disease Of your brown town days in our silver sea Leave it dying at the door Feather yellow your time to leave Open out your arms and breathe -- Simon LeBon (To The Shore)