Well, NaNoWriMo is over, unfortunately - and I have won! If you would like to read or review my novel, please do so by clicking the link at the side. I do not need any editors at the moment though, I have a very good editor already attacking my story with editing daggers. From now on, the site will be named "A Writer's Dreams" and I will be posting any prose or writing I have written up here [usually, I will provide a link to where I have posted it on dA or Ww]. You do not need to read them, though I would really like it. ^^
Okay, maybe asking you to read my whole novel (in the making...) is too much. So I'm going to bang an excerpt into your heads! I tried to find my favorite part of the novel so far, and so I'll post it right here (warning: it's kind of misleading, in many ways, not just the most obvious);But by now, I was not fighting anymore for my survival. Rather, I was just satisfied that I had actually tried. I had tried pursuing my dream, even if I would now perish. Death seemed to follow right behind me, only a step behind me, and if I went astray just a bit, it would pull me into its grasp, and lead me into eternal darkness. And now, only a small bit of me did not welcome it. It would be better than this blinding sunlight, this burning heat, it seemed. Cold darkness would be better than this forsaken place. And as I trekked the sizzling landscape, my heart was cold and dark. Only one small part of it still burned, still reminded me of my purpose.
Then, one day, the Angel of Death completely took over me. Nothing left in me wanted to go on, and I succumbed to the angel’s demands. I sat down, casting my packs on the ground, far from my reach. I curled up in a ball, and lay there. I was extremely hungry, and my throat was the driest it had ever been. My skin burned, but I myself was frozen. I thought of nothing; my mind was blank. Nothing could draw on my thoughts now, as death lingered ever so near, just a few inches away.
Good, bad, suspenseful, boring?