Be Placed on Some Government Watch List for Potential Serial Killers/Terrorists –Check!

By: Genlisae
Filed As: NaNoWriMo, Rising Tide, Writing
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It has kind of become a thing where writers the world over have a nagging suspicion their search history has The Powers That Be keeping very close tabs on them. When I talk to non-writers about this they always respond with “Oh, everyone googles weird shit.”, which is 100% true. The truly defining trait for the search history of a writer is not just the existence of weird in their search history but the frequency the weird happens.

While writing this evening, in the space of less than an hour, my search history had the following added to it:

  • Geneva Conventions
  • Damage Caused by a Small Explosion
  • What Constitutes an Act of War
  • Fast Acting Poisons
  • Nero-toxins You Can Make At Home
  • Incapacitating Someone without Killing them
  • How to Breakout of Prison
  • Penalty for a Civilian Killing a Member of the Canadian Armed Forces while on a CF Base.
  • Disabling a Deadbolt
  • Lock Picking
  • How to Make a Bump Key

It was a fun night! If I wasn’t already on that watch list, I am pretty certain I am now.

And now for a small excerpt of my writing for the day:

Anika took her place beside the door one of the heavy metal legs from the cot clutched tight in both hands. She looked to Crilo crouched in position on the other side of the door and nodded.

Crilo nodded back, “When you are ready.”

Anika smiled a preemptive apology toward Crilo. She and Aslin used to have screaming contests whenever they watched a scary movie. Anika was always declared the winner. Aslin had joked that Anika had a promising career ahead of her as a Hollywood scream queen. As it turned out there were other uses for a good set of lungs. She took a deep breath and screamed long and loud and like all the nightmare creatures from every horror movie she had ever seen had her backed into a corner. She saw Crilo wince out of the corner of her eye. Mission successful.

The door flew open nearly knocking Crilo down with the force as both guards came running in, weapons drawn.

“Anika?” the Sergent called loudly as they swept the room. Crilo remained hidden behind the open door.

“Sorry,” Anika murmured stepping forward and brought the leg of the cot crashing down on the Sergent’s head.

“Ow, fuck!” the Sergent swore as both guards spun around to face her, “What the hell, Anika?”

“I’m really, really sorry,” she said as she watched Crilo step out from behind the door and with one swift, silent motion knock the second guard to the floor. Anika kept talking to keep the Sergent distracted, “I had to.”

“What?” The Sergent rubbed at his head, “That really fucking hurt.”

“I said I was sorry,” Anika pouted. She saw Crilo pop back up behind the Sergent, “And I am super sorry for this too.”

Crilo’s arm shot out around the Sergent’s neck and moments later the Sergent was down as well.

Anika stared down at the two men on the floor, “How did you do that?”

“I …” Crilo began when Anika cut him off with a raised hand.

“No,” she shook her head, “On second thought I don’t want to know. Just tell me they are still alive.”

“They are.”

“Okay then. Let’s get out of here.”



NaNoWriMo 2015 – Rising Tide

By: Genlisae
Filed As: NaNoWriMo, Rising Tide, Writing
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Synopsis: When an alien craft crashes at Anika Klock’s feet she is thrust into the middle of a struggle that has spanned generations. Her only ally is Crilo, the target of an intergalactic terrorist plot.Yet, even as they grow closer, both know Crilo is honour-bound to betray her.

The good news about that synopsis up there. I have a solid plot and I am 42k (and change) through. The bad news? It is a complete mess. I am on track to win though! 50k will be completed by the end of November. Editing this beast is … another matter.

In the mean time have a short snippet:

Anika had decided she had found the most boring wall in existence. It was an awful, industrial brick monstrosity made even worse by someone having had the stroke of inspiration to paint it avocado flesh green. She had been staring at it for hours now studying every detail, and there weren’t many to study, until she could still see the damn thing when she closed her eyes. It had no personality, no character, not even a single paint drip to set it apart. Just the repeating pattern of mortar lines over and over in perfect layers each row offset exactly half the length of the one below it. Back and forth the layers climbed to the top of the wall with nothing at all interesting to catch the eye. She would have at least expected the odd interesting mark left by past occupants of this room but no. Not one ‘For a good time call Bubba’ or ‘Jessie was here’; just guacamole paint over ridiculously large bricks.


Teaser of Current Project

By: Genlisae
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I thought I would post a quick excerpt of my current project (the dark fantasy refrenced in the horribly behind word counter in the side bar). Some may have seen part of this before if you read my LJ. It has been revised since that version and much expanded on. One quick warning: This is first draft stage and I have a horrible habit of writing the first draft in passive voice.

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