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So this morning, around 7:30 am CST I finished it. I passed the 50,000 word count mark on my NaNoWriMo novel. It was wonderful, it was amazing, it was about halfway finished. I kid you not, this story still has so much more to cover! Sheesh! But I found out a few things this year. First, not having a newborn at least doubles your chance for success. Second, waking up at the ungodly hour of 5am is possible if you have interesting people waiting for you. Third, my husband absolutely cannot sleep if I'm not next to him in the bed. So weird, but so nice when he's making coffee as I type!
Anyway, as I look back on what I've written over the past month (and try not to denigrate it) I'm happy that NaNoWriMo inspired me to try this again. And I've decided to stop ragging so much on my own writing and accept it for what it is, an escape.
Which got me wondering, what are those of you who wrote for NaNo (and even those of you who write non-fan-fic fiction) planning to do with the novel(s) sitting in your computer? Please let me know in the comments!!!
I have decided to edit mine and start posting it here. I have a few other commitments to take care of first (Christmas is right around the corner after all) but it's definitely on my to-do list.
So with that in mind, I'm posting the preface right now. It is still rough but it sets the background for the story and acts as a teaser of sorts. I hope you enjoy it!
In 1953, Dr. Eric Loveland, wrote a book making another case for eugenics. Though the topic was considered taboo by many, tainted by Nazism and the Holocaust, Dr. Loveland still felt that society could benefit from shining the rational light of science onto the irrational behaviors of the heart. The backlash against the book caused the doctor to be shunned in all intellectual societies and ultimately cost him his tenure and chair of the Harvard Department of Biological Chemistry.
Embittered, Dr. Loveland left the east coast and moved with his wife, Jane, and a select group of followers to his private South American compound, Coquimbo. The size of a small country, Coquimbo offered an amazing variety of geography: mountains that ran to snowy heights in one direction and to crystalline blue ocean waters in the other. Inland, the land was fertile and rich, providing its owner the ability to grow nearly anything, from wine grapes to palm trees, corn to orchids. By the ocean, the waters were placid and clear, wonderful for fishing, sailing and scuba diving to see the diverse exotic marine wildlife. It was Eden. It was the perfect place to start anew.
That’s precisely what Dr. Loveland and his band of dreamers did: they created a utopia, a wonderful world where the ills of the outside world were eliminated, where every person was wanted, loved and absolutely essential to the fabric of society. And when the flu pandemic of 1968 decimated the world’s population, leaving whole countries in ruins and most of the earth in apocalyptic abandonment, isolation saved the inhabitants of Coquimbo So, while the rest of the world was a lost wasteland, Coquimbo began to thrive.
After one hundred fifty years, Coquimbo was a bustling miniature metropolis. The benefits of “creating a selective society” had bloomed and Lovelandians, as they called themselves, were reaping the rewards of their leader’s dream. Coquimbo was a country where every person grew up knowing their role and feeling secure in the belief that everything they needed for a full and happy life would be provided – from the mundane, food and shelter, all the way down to the ideal profession and their genetic soul mate. It was perfect and everyone was happy.
