So, it’s that time of the year again, and I’ve hurled myself at that wonderful and terrifying things that is National Novel Writing Month.
This year, however, is a little different to usual. Namely, because I haven’t had time to think outside my Thesis. Which is how it’s supposed to be, honestly.
Still, in my infinite eagerness to be part of the creative community, I decided to see what I could muster up for NaNoWriMo anyway. The premise of this novel project is pretty much what it says, ‘In the Gods’ Hands’. In this case, that refers to the dice gods, since I’m using a combination of random generators and story dice to help flesh out where I’m going with the actual story. The basics were actually developed from playing the ‘what haven’t you written that might be interesting?’ game.
Without further ado, ‘In the Gods’ Hands’.
The desert stretches as far as the eye can see, right up to the Crescent Mountains. That mountain range marks the centre of the world, and though the mountain slopes are lush and green right up to the white crested peaks, there is no one who lives there. For a trader, those mountains have been the centre of his travelling life, his trip around them telling him just how far from home he is. Not that he really misses it, his family understand his compulsion to travel and find just the right sand to make into beautiful glassware.
When a cleric of a banned sect pronounces a woman in a small village as the Ender of Days, it seems only right that he defend her. And he does. But what happens after, that is in the last makings of the dead gods, and the secrets held in the mountains.
The characters are mostly nameless at this stage, but I’ve been working on that today, so no word count, but a bit of planning.