Lauren Gunter, of “Making the Novel a Better Place”, nominated me to join in a FreeStyle Writing Challenge last week. It’s a pretty interesting idea and I needed a post for Tuesday, so I took up the challenge.
Here are the rules of the Freestyle Writing Challenge:
- Open a blank document.
- Set a stop watch or mobile phone timer to 5 or 10 minutes.
- Your topic is at the foot of this post. DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!
- Once you start writing, do not stop until the alarm sounds!
- Do not cheat by going back and correcting spelling and grammar using spell check. (The challenge is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought-flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write with correct spelling and grammar.)
- You may or may not pay attention to punctuation or capitals.
- At the end of your post, write down “No. of words = ____” to give an idea of how much you can write within the timeframe.
- Copy and paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic for your nominees, and copy / paste these rules along with your nomination (at least 5 bloggers).
Here’s the topic Lauren gave her nominees:
Your two main characters from two different WIPs happen to meet. What are the circumstances? What happens? Which setting do they land in?
Here’s my entry, written in ten minutes, with the main characters from the “Hunter” series and “Thundercrest”.
My trench-coat flaps wildly in the breeze. Or gale. Heavy leather doesn’t flap in just any wind, you need a pretty stiff blow for that. That’s beside the point, of course. What concerns me just now is the man standing across from me. He’s a military gent, that much is obvious. The deep blue and green of his BDUs, his combat helmet, and backpack aren’t the giveaway there; anyone can wear the gear.
It’s the way he’s standing, heavy pistol leveled at me, and the look in his eyes. He’s definitely been on the receiving end of a lot of gunfire. Like me. Except I don’t wear camo.
“Got a name?”
He considers that, but his pistol doesn’t waver.
“Chizon. Platoon captain, with Bastion & Firestorm. You?”
I stare at him from under my fedora.
“I’m the guy with the snappy fedora and sawed-off shotgun. ‘nough for you?”
‘Captain’ Chizon doesn’t even blink.
I sigh and drop my pistol. Someone here has to be the voice of reason and, much as it goes against the grain, I figure it’s gotta be me. Scary, huh?
HIS pistol doesn’t move. Oh, well. A guy’s gotta try.
“Pretty funny name, Hunter.”
I raise my head and let the flash of his pistol-light glint green off my eyes.
“It’s not a name. It’s a job. MY job and I’m it.”
Chizon’s eyebrows rise slightly when he sees the glint, but that’s all. The guy’s got nerves, that’s sure.
“You’re a Hunter, eh? What do you hunt?”
“Hunt, not hunt. And from the look of things, I’m Hunting the same thing you are, just now.”
Interesting… there was a lot less shooting than I was expecting from the meeting of Hunter and Chizon. I wonder what that means… it could just be that 272 words wasn’t enough time for them to get around to killing each other… yeah, that could be it.
You’re just minding your own business, writing along, (ruining some poor MC’s life) and the cops kick your door in and haul you off to stand trial for committing crimes against fictional characters. What would the transcript of your trial sound like?