NaNoWriMo Day 1: Doc Wilde Returns

As of today, Doctor Spartacus Wilde and his swashbuckling and brilliant offspring, Brian and Wren, returned to action, after resting a bit following their epic defeat of the Frogs of Doom. (Read about that adventure in the first book, coming out in May 2009!)

NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, has commenced. My son and I, both participating, tossed our computers in packs, shouldered the packs, and hiked out on a journey of literaturing. We camped in a nice cafe’ with wifi and wrote the afternoon away.

His goal, decided upon based on other factors like school, martial arts classes, drum lessons, afternoon science club, and such, is 100 words a day, to result in a 3,000 word story at month’s end.

My goal, as an adult participant (not to mention full-time writer), is 1,500 words a day, toward an ultimate goal of 50,000 words.

I usually write 1,000 words a day, but today’s 1,500 came easily, and I’m very happy with the book’s beginning. I did decide that this project would be the next Doc Wilde adventure, Doc Wilde and The Daughter of Darkness.

I have some friends who are allegedly participating in the month’s writing, and we’ll see if they are. They, or anyone else who’s playing, can sign up to be my writing buddy over at, and we can watch our progress bars grow and stuff. My user name is outlawmoon.

As a special treat, here’s Chapter 1 of my new book, in its rough, first draft, fresh-from-the-oven form:

Chapter 1

Two small figures inched their way up a wall of ice, three miles up the deadly face of a forbidden mountain. The wind was vicious, blowing snow so thick they could barely see, even with the highly advanced goggles they wore.

“How you doing?” Brian Wilde asked into the communicator inside his air mask.

“I’m freaking cold,” his younger sister, Wren said. “And I can’t see anything. How do you think I’m doing?”

“Think warm thoughts,” he told her.

The sound of a loud raspberry came through his ear phones.

It was cold, of course. Even wearing airtight climbing suits designed by their father, Doctor Spartacus Wilde, the world renowned scientist and adventurer. The suits were internally heated by a layer of intricate carbon nanotubes bonded with molecule-sized heat-producing nanites. But at altitudes this high, climbing an actual wall of ice, there was no way to completely avoid the deadly chill.

And though he wasn’t at all afraid of heights, Brian  was all too aware of the drop below them. There was no way not to be, because an ice wall like this one was a treacherous place to climb. Shoot a climbing spike into the wrong spot, creating a web of deep cracks, and a huge section could calve away from the wall, dropping you in a smashing fall of thousands of tons of jagged ice.

This peak, Machapuchare, was one of the most remote and difficult peaks in the Himalayas, and in fact they were breaking the law by even being up here. Machapuchare was sacred, considered by the people of Tibet to literally touch the Heavens, to be the home of gods and devils and spirits of the sky. No one had ever climbed the mountain; the only attempt ever made was by a British team in 1957. They got within fifty meters of the summit, still a very long way in conditions like these, but stopped because they had promised to go no closer to the sacred peak. After that climb, all climbing had been outlawed on the mountain.

This wasn’t something the Wilde kids would have usually done , deliberately breaking the laws of a sovereign country, particularly not violating a people’s sacred ground. But these were special circumstances, and they felt they had no choice.

Their father was dead, and they had to do something about it.

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