Last Sunday night I participated in a combination write-in, fundraising event and all-around celebration for National Novel Writing Month. They call it the Night of Writing Dangerously. The party happens at the Julia Morgan Ballroom in downtown San Francisco. People come from near and far to attend.
The theme is always noir and many people dress up in costumes to add an extra element to the fun. As always, the people was what made the entire occasion special. Everyone at my table was fantastic, from the three high school students to the somewhat older college professor and all of us in between. We had a great time writing, laughing, and eating from the extensive candy bar. One of the writers at our table finished 50,000 words at the party, which meant she got to ring a bell, have everyone clap for her, tweet her name, and wear a crown the rest of the night.
her experience of the evening.
Plot? MC is camping in North Carolina. Somehow I have to get him across the country in the next two days!
Word Count? 45,523 (still a little behind)