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NaNoWriMo!






So, in my last post, I talked about the fact that I was considering nanowrimo this November. And, I’m in for it!!!

Yeah, this November is going to be awesome!

Here’s a little background about the story I’ll be writing.

Genre: Fantasy

Title: Zivel and the Sixth Element.

Author: Mahikaa (duh.)

This story was the first one I ever thought of, but never wrote. Its initial idea came to me in April 2017 and it’s been in the works since then. I’ve got loads and loads of beginnings for this story, so many scrapped, a lot of back-ups, but till date, I haven’t plotted or finished its first draft…

That makes it more important to be written as soon as possible right?

Here’s a plot summary I uploaded on the Nanowrimo website a few days back. But fair warning, my story is currently in its plotting stages, so I’d say, at this moment, everything is subject to change.
Here goes:

A lot of the past hasn't been said. Does that mean it hasn't happened?

"Zivel had been lost into the mortal world for the past 89 years. She needs time" she said, loud and clear.

Alice Clark could not make sense of why or how did she belong to that universe of elements. And why did people call her Zivel. And time will step up to reveal, once she turns fifteen. But until then......

You can't escape it once you begin it. But you can escape beginning it. Choose wisely. The fate of elements depends on one javelin. If magic disappears, all elements will clash and how can you escape the nature? The very thing which is keeping you alive?

Clark, find the javelin

Let me know how you find it in the comments!

This is the first time I’ll be taking up nanowrimo and yes, I am very excited. The voices of my characters are back in my head and they’re finally talking to me! (The previous statement would make much more sense to writers.)

Lastly, if you’re taking up nanowrimo too this year then let me know or add me as your Nano buddy. Username’s Mahikaa.


P.S. This post was written two weeks ago and I will be updating the current status of progress soon!

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