Magical girl in the Wild West. It’s something I’ve wanted to try out for a while. I’m not satisfied with the overall result, but that’s because this is just the first draft.
Dream Clover
NaNoWriMo 2008
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“Everything’s so dusty,” Clover said, sliding her shoes through the dirt as she walked.
“That’s ’cause it’s just like the wild west,” Shamrock said, eagerly moving from one site to another. He stopped by every house, every cactus, every tavern, and every shop. People filled the streets and buildings, wearing leather vests and tall boots, and some brought their horses with them. “I’ve never seen one of these dreams with so many people in it before!”
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The originally planned idea for this chapter’s end actually changed a little at the last moment. Also, the word count came out higher than I expected it would be before I started writing.
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Sarah sat up in her bed. Shamrock stood by her bedroom door.
“Are you all right?” he asked. He handed the green jewel to Sarah.
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This chapter has been the easiest to write yet. I didn’t get caught thinking about what to follow up with even once. And yet it comes out as the shortest? Obivously there is much room to add to it.
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“Are you ready?” Shamrock asked Clover.
Clover nodded. After being without her wand twice, she kept a tight grip over it. She didn’t want to face another night stuck behind a dresser, but she felt confident that even if this did happen, she would be ready for it.
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Of all things, I forgot to take my laptop’s power supply cord with me, leaving me with only enough battery life for one commute. I could have written a little during the commute home, but decided to play “Final Fantasy Tactics Advance 2″ instead. I’m well within my writing goals, so I can do that.
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Shamrock appeared in Sarah’s bedroom. He apologized to Sarah for vanishing the night before. “I used too much magic. If I use too much, I wake up, and I can’t dream anymore until the next night.”
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I’m trying to leave a lot of potential to take these one-shot characters and give them names, personalities, real lives, etc. For NaNoWriMo, I’m just trying to get as many individual dreams written as I can for the first arc of the story. I can sort through rubbish and polish the jewels after November.
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Shamrock presented the mirror to Clover. The glass reflected a lonely beach, with waves slowly rolling up against the sand. A cloudless sky let the sun reach all cross the coast. The sound of the waves, the feel of the breeze, the smell and taste of salt in the air, and the warmth of the sun flowed from the mirror.
