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NaNo Countdown....

Little more than 5 hours and the madness will ensue for the third year running. I am both excited and anxious about this year's attempt, probably because I'm venturing into untested realms of writing. I've never been strong at writing short stories and this year I plan on writing 12 with an underlying thread to connect them all, but still that's 12 short stories. Granted, they will probably be less in the realm of 'stories' and more in the realm of stream-of-consciousness, but still.

So, this year's "novel" will be, in essence, a collection of scenes that are being stitched together for the purposes of providing my POV character with his greatest opus. And, without further ado...... Requiem: A Descent into Madness & other disturbing haunts

Meet: Requiem, the offspring of Apollo, the god of music and literature, and Morta, the fate that cuts the thread of life. He is gathering movements from human life-stories for his own symphony. Torn by internal conflict as both a creator and destroyer, the stories he gathers wind up illustrating the darkest and most pitiful side of human nature. It isn't until he is wrapping up the final movement of his opus that he realizes he has, in fact, been writing a requiem for humankind.

I'm excited to see what Requiem manages to gather from my mind. I already have a list of possible scenes to include.... most of which are based in real-life, as there is no greater inspiration for fiction.

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