Our goal is to get to 50,000 words before the end of November.
Keep in mind that this doesn't necessarily mean 50k words of GOOD story, either! The purpose of NaNoWriMo is to help kill writer's block, or to help people figure out how they best write, or whatever. So if you've been wanting to experiment with a particular style or whatever, feel free! Just have fun!
If you want to write the next bit, just leave a comment saying "Next one's mine!" or something to that effect. Write as much or as little as you'd like, as quickly as you can, and post as a comment TO THIS ENTRY. This way, all the parts of the story will be linear and first-level comments (which will make it a much easier read). Please, post the word count for your section in your comment subject; I'll be updating this post with our word count as we go, and that will make it easier for me.
If you have any questions, please ask! I hope everything is pretty clear, though. :D
Many thanks to our contributors so far: snailkeeper, tagalongcookies, layla_star, allypsis, and exmptfromsanity!
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Kevin isn't antisocial or anything, okay, he just doesn't much like crowds. Well, crowds of people he doesn't know, anyway; he's fine when he's surrounded by friends or family after all. More family than friends; his friends know when to back off and his family, well, they just never let him have any peace, which is half the reason he moved to this awesome, brand new city. He's never actually lived in a city big enough to warrant having public transit of any sort before, but his new city is actually big enough to have a subway, yet not big enough that just thinking about taking the subway somewhere is enough to risk being mugged. This fact alone makes Kevin pretty happy because he sort of loves trains, and the subway's kinda like a train, only one that goes ridiculously fast and stops often.
Kevin's shiny new apartment (okay, totally not shiny, but not like, condemnable, either; it's perfectly serviceable for a bachelor and there aren't even any bugs, though the landlord assured him that what bugs they do get are friendly, really – Kevin's just hoping the guy was joking) is all the way across town from where he works. This is fine with Kevin, as the distance means he gets to take the subway twice on work-days without feeling guilty that he could've walked instead. Sure, he could walk, but he'd have to get up like an hour early and he already gets up at four, so he really, really doesn't want to walk.
The getting-up-at-four-am thing is something that Kevin never thought he'd be okay with – seriously, it's pretty much still the night before when you're getting up before the sun even does. The thing is, Kevin loves his job, and when he decided to not join the family business and to venture forth into the world on his own? He fully expected to be lucky to just find a job he could tolerate, let alone one he liked. Instead, he'd gotten ridiculously, phenomenally lucky, and spotted a “Help Wanted” sign in the front window of a tiny little corner bakery across from the office where he was applying for work as a secretary (which was work he could do, but really sort of loathed doing). Without even really consciously thinking about it, he'd walked across the street and into the bakery, and asked for details on what they were hiring for.
See, Kevin's always sort of had a knack for baking. It's something he's always enjoyed doing, and certainly wouldn't mind doing it for a living. Doesn't mind, in fact, he's confirmed since inquiring into and receiving the job in the kitchens, baking everything he's ever tried and a lot of things he hasn't yet. He doesn't even mind dragging himself out of bed at four so he can get across town to do the early morning baking, which is like, a huge thing for Kevin. He's always loved sleeping in, too. But as far as compromises go, he finds he'd much rather have an awesome job then a few hours sleeping in.
Riding the subway in the wee hours of the earliest morning is actually sort of neat, once Kevin gets over the fact that he's riding the subway in the wee hours of the earliest morning. There aren't the crowds of people that sort of skeeve Kevin out, what with their creepy anonymity and that sort of overwhelming feeling that the crowd could just, like, crush or assimilate him or something, and no one would even notice. Instead, Kevin shares a car with a handful of other people, and gets to know them by what they are rather than their names. Newspaper-reading Mr. Businessman always gets on one stop after Kevin, and doesn't even look up from his paper until five stops later when he gets off. Knitting Granny, Kevin thinks, might just live in the subway car, because Kevin rides for seven stops and she's always there, in the same seat. If it weren't for the fact that the color of her yarn changes from day to day, he'd totally believe she did. After a few weeks, Kevin has mental names for every regular in his subway car; the one-off riders he doesn't usually name.
It isn't really until Creepy Intense Staring Guy that Kevin thinks maybe "usually" ought to be "never". Even so, it isn't a problem until Creepy Intense Staring Guy becomes a subway car regular.
Feel inspired? Want to continue? Go ahead, do it!