I've been doing NaNoWriMo for many years now. I've always loved it and this year as I'm writing, I am taking people along for the ride.
I hope you can endure the countless spelling and grammatical errors that spew out of me in this draft. As I go along I try not to edit too much and simply crave the challenge of completing the story. While my structure is in place, I likely wont have too much time to flesh out the more nuanced bits of the story. I trust you'll go along with it.
This is not a story to be taken seriously. Lord knows there's enough seriousness in the world today. If you're looking for deep, complex characters with determination and morals you're looking in the wrong place.
As this book has gone along I now realize that my book started going in massive new directions. I'll be attempting to go through it and patch in new additions in the next week or so to tie it up. Thanks for your patience in this time.
"We are gathered here today to edify our elders." The great chieftan cried as he lifted his thick wooden arms above the assembled crowds. "We all know how the forces of Donn have been gaining power, and together with him being joined by the Fae king and queen, we are all in deep shit."
"Doesn't she hate him?" A small impish pixie called out. It was so cute the great chieftan could hardly stand it. He waved his long grassy hair out of his face and lifted his floral scepter above the crowd again.
"We all must be unified if we are to preserve our lineage from the great reckoning which is to come."
"Yeah? And how do we do that?" Another pixie called out, this one covered in mud and mushrooms. He was much easier to ignore because he was ugly.
"I wish to propose an addition to our druid bloodline. A mortal who can come alongside our brethren and fight for us in the coming war." He whisked aside revealing a tallish man with brown hair and excessively white skin. "Friends of the forest, meet David."
"Howdy. My name is David and I want to join your cause." For once the Fae of the forest were still. None said anything as David waved at them like a doofus. Either he didn't fully understand what he was doing there, or he didn't comprehend the gravity of where he was.
"He doesn't look like a very good choice!" A frog exclaimed from the back.
"He doesn't look very smart!" another cried out. Soon the entire forest grove was a raucus meeting with poor David in the centre of things not understanding where he was or what was going on.
"I think y'all need to stop yelling so I can hear what it is that you've all got going on."
"I am the forest chieftan! I have already blessed this man with divine insight! He shall carry it through his bloodline for a thousand years and be the father of many a mortal warrior!" He exclaimed, but it was too late. The forest glen had descended into chaos as the spirits left the community to go out and fend for themselves. Some would say that was the end of the forest dwellers, but still others would be wise enough to watch what was to come for the family of this curious David.
Even if nothing else in his life was going right, Nicky knew that he'd always have job security working in a video rental store. It was one of the few growth industries left and if he stayed the course, he'd have free video rentals for the rest of his life.
He smiled as he took a bite of his ham sandwich with mustard and gazed on the buzz of his television screen. On it a buxom blonde in a skimpy dress purred at a man in the trench and fedora. He wasn't exactly sure what they were saying as he'd forgotten to pay attention a while ago. With one hand in his pants, and the other butting out the last embers of a roach, he simply sat back and exhaled. He didn't have anyone to impress today, and if he didn't have to put on pants, all the better.
The woman screeched. Maybe she was being murdered or something. That would've made for a good movie. He'd have to watch this again soon.
Before long, the credits rolled and Nicky slouched forwards. With a yawn, he shuffled to his feet and ambled his way into the kitchen. It wasn't a very nice kitchen, but he did his best to keep it well stocked. He had all the essentials- Cheezits, pop tarts, soda- everything he needed to have the perfect lazy day. Unfortunately, more and more of his days were turning into lazy days. With no close friends outside of his work circle and no prospective dates in the future, he didn't feel compelled to make an effort regarding his appearance. Grabbing a warm beer from the fridge that hovered around lukewarm at best, he cracked it open sending a shower of foam all over his hand. With a curse he put it down on the dirty counter.
His eyes shot over to the avocado colored phone that hung on the wall. With a grunt he maneuvered over to it and placed the receiver to his ear. It normally had a cord that could extend out and across the street, but was currently balled into a tangle so intense, Nicky couldn't hold it a foot away from the wall.
"Hello?" Nicky grumbled.
"Hey Nicky!" The shrill happy voice sent his eyes rolling back into his head so hard he could see his emotions. "Nicky! Baby! Nicky! It's your mom!"
"Hey Nicky! I wanted to know if you wanted to come by today. Bill and I are going shopping so we wont be home from 1-6. Okay baby?" His hands clenched the phone a bit tighter. He could hear a spritzing sound as his mom bathed her head in hair spray.
"Did you want me to come by today?"
"Only if you want to baby. But listen! I'm going to be done from 1-8 okay? It's just a bit of shopping but I really need to get it done okay? Why not come by for dinner after? Would you like that baby?" Nicky sighed.
"Will Bill be there?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't Bill be here. He lives here! He says hi by the way."
"Look- I'm a bit-"
"What do you have against Bill?" Her tone was accusatory and Nicky shook his head. He squeezed at his temples as if trying to massage them off his face.
"Nothing mom. Look, I'll come by around eight if you want me to."
"You're such a good son sometimes. Okay baby! I'll see you later then! Okay, bye! Bill! He sai-" Nicky lumbered over to his beer and grabbed it taking a swig. He'd actually have to clean himself up today. That was never fun.
He took the beer into the bathroom and precariously balanced it on the back. Stripping down he caught a glimpse of himself in the dirty mirror and frowned. He had a good three days worth of stubble and his toothbrush was looking more like a bathroom decoration than a tool. He didn't want to go to the dentist, but he knew that eventually he'd have to in order to discover just how damaged his teeth were. While he was nothing special to look at, but he also didn't feel any pressure to look better than he did. His body was soft but he still had some muscle underneath from when he'd played sports. His hair was dark and shaggy, but his eyes were a piercing green which gave him a mysterious look.
He started the shower and poured a healthy portion of shampoo into his meaty paw and lathered it through his locks. Then the doorbell rang and his shower plunged from a decent heat to Arctic beach. The drop in temperature was so rapid that he spiraled into his shower curtain and tumbled out of the shower, colliding with the wall. Shampoo pounded into his eyes, searing it as only tears free shampoo can. A blotch of red appeared and he frowned as he could smell the scent of blood. Letting out a string of profanities, he grabbed a towel that he hoped would cover most of them and swung open the door to the bathroom. The door flew off the hinges and landed with a thud in the middle of his living room.
The doorbell rang again, this time causing all the lights in his basement abode to flicker. He let out a guttural yell and flung open the front door, adhering the tiny towel to his most sensitive area. He probably looked more like a beast at this point with a head full of blood and shampoo and a scowl on his face eager to tear apart whatever he came across. Standing outside was his friend Teddy.
"Hey Nicky." Teddy was one of those guys who has a new job every week. Pleasant enough but the type of white person who thinks that mayo was a spice. His short brown hair and blue eyes made him look clean cut, but deep down, he was.
"Teddy? What are you-?"
"You got a package." Nicky paused before looking down and crossing his legs. He realized that the towel he got was closer to a face cloth. "No- A package." Teddy held the brown wrapped package in his hands and tried not to make eye contact.
"Ah! Yes. Quite." He said as he grabbed the package from Teddy and maneuvered it inside. "Do I need to sign for it or-"
"Yeah. Here." Teddy said as he gave him a clipboard.
"Keeping well?" Nicky asked.
"As well as can be expected I guess." Teddy said. "You still at-"
"Mideo Video? Yeah."
"You really like it there huh?"
"It's good for what I want to do." Nicky said as he clicked the pen and gave it back to Teddy.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Thanks for the package." Nicky backed his way into the house but Teddy stopped him.
"Hey- If you ever want to grab a brew or something I'm just down the-" Nicky closed the door and gazed at the package, tossing it on the table the second that a fresh clump of shampoo hit his eye. "Son of a-!"