I would also like everyone who (for some reason -_-) has standards for me and is expecting to read this: this novel will be tripe. I will not be trying, I will not be focusing on any lessons or deep thoughts of any sort, I will not be making an effort for depth and meaning and so on. It will simply be writing for the joy of writing, and the fact is that I love writing. It really does make me happy. I thought the nanowrimo would be a good excuse to write just because Writing Is Fun. This story does not have a singular direction or theme or purpose. I'm not saying that these things may not accidentally emerge (given my self-righteousness, it's hard for me to keep out themes of the redemptive power of love and forgiveness and just plain being nice to each other), but I'm not actively working for them (I'm not actually actively working for them in Claris, either, otherwise the story would get stupid fast, but you all know what I mean here). The point is, don't expect great things. The only planning I've done for this story is that I want to have a chapter, somewhere, consisting entirely of the word 'Neep.'

Also, the pieces in Fatal are the prologue: I started chapter 1 today.