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My NaNoWriMo status graph has been extremely depressing lately, and I’ve been too embarrassed to post it. However, I kicked yesterday’s butt, so I thought would post yesterday’s, just to give a general status update.

We’ll call this Mackenzie-is-still-quite-behind-but-will-catch-up-very-soon.

• I can’t decide if naming a character Brock is an awesome or terrible idea.
• It is far too tempting to give characters punny names that pertain to their superpowers.
• Two of my characters kinda just decided to be in lesbians with each other. I didn’t even see it coming, but far be it from me to cockblock.
• The Superpower Wiki seriously needs to stop giving me Rabbit Mimicry while I shuffle through the powers at random.
• It’s kinda impossible to find a decent character planning sheet. I honestly don’t think the top 5 websites my character visits every day is particularly relevant. Somehow, I just don’t see myself writing the sentence “Edison logged onto the computer and checked his Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, YouTube and e-mail accounts,” but maybe I’m just weird.

If you’re doing NaNoWriMo too, follow me and send me a message introducing yourself. I’ll be sure to follow you back so we can embark upon this insanity together. :)

I’m brainstorming for my NaNoWriMo novel, and I need some unique superpowers for my characters. I have a few, but if you have any that you would be willing to share, it would mean a ton.

Although I still really like my idea for my script, and I’m glad you guys did too, I just don’t have time for it this month. I’m graduating in a couple of weeks and trying to decide where I’m going to college, in addition to trying to finish up an album.

So, unfortunately, writing this story will have to wait a month or so.

Good luck to everyone who’s still going!

Lately, I’ve been writing my NaNoWriMo novel, and I’m getting really desperate for words, which results in scenes like this:

     My eyes shoot open. I’m drenched in a cold sweat, my covers thrown off of me. To be honest, I’m getting a little sick of all of my big scenes beginning in my bedroom right after I wake up. Though it’s a nice bedroom, it’s not exactly the place where I would like to be placed consistently.

     “Hush,” the author lady wrote, poking Ariana in the face. “I’ll revise later. Now quit complaining. You were in the middle of an emotional breakdown.”

     “Oh yeah,” Ariana said. “I’d better get on that.”

The world didn’t end exactly how we expected it to. World War III wasn’t fought against an alien race or an army of zombies. It wasn’t even fought between different countries. It was fought against our next door neighbors, our classmates, our coworkers—and we blew them out of the water.

Some say they were evil, a punishment for the world’s sins. A religion was formed, calling itself ________, whose main goal was to destroy these people as quickly as possible.

The other group, made up of hippies, pacifists and weaklings, believed that these people were unlucky and still deserved the gifts of human rights. They called the freaks The Unfortunates. Unfortunate my (expletive).

Before long, the fear eclipsed the “compassion,” and the political party that sided with the ___________ won a vast majority of the seats of power.

Behind closed doors, the President, his cabinet and the CIA hatched a plan for elimination. They arranged a conference for people with powers that would look as though it had come from underground, its location in New York City. It was known that this plan would result in a huge loss of innocent American life, but there was no way to avoid the matter.

On October 17^th, 2035, the United States did something it had never even fathomed: it bombed three of its own cities. New York City, Salt Lake City and Small Town, USA were completely wiped off the map. Five hundred thousand American citizens and fifteen thousand monsters were killed. The citizens did a great service to their country and, well, as for the freaks, the general consensus was, good riddance.

It’s been about three hundred years since then, and those three cities are still completely uninhabitable. The CIA claims to have found all of the stragglers who didn’t attend the conference at least one hundred years ago. But there are always rumors and omnipresent whispers.

Whenever a suicide bombing occurs at a college, everyone secretly wonders if it’s them, fighting back. When planes crash, cynics wonder if a strong magnet brought them down.

Lately, whispers have turned from news stories to panic. Concrete proof is elusive, but we’re all afraid.

After what we did to them, what will these people, teeming with super powers, do to us? How will we be punished?

(This is a quick summary of the novel I’m working on for NaNoWriMo. Let me know what you think?)