<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:06:17.753-07:00</updated><category term='novel'/><category term='writing'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='minimalism'/><title type='text'>Twitter Novels</title><subtitle type='html'>A series of novels written entirely on Twitter, one chapter per tweet.  Each post is the day's twitter entry which will then be organized when the novel is finished into one longer post.  Current entries are &lt;b&gt;The History of the World by Train.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-535407340596169749</id><published>2009-10-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:25:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Six Chapters. with Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Just realized that this history might be a little longer than anticipated. So, now it's the History of the World by Train in several parts.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chapter I. It was said that Horus was the first to board the train. He said goodbye to his mother at the station, annoyed by her affection.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch. 2  The desert heat shimmered near the Nile while the winds blew sand over everywhere.  The population had not yet exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch. 3 "Are you sure you want to go north?"asked Ammon."The Aapep gang is after me,"replied Horus,"I might as well go.There's no more room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 4 Ammon watched the train in the distance as it traveled north. He wondered at the sound, so strange and unlike any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 5 What with the floods that spring and the ongoing wars for space along the Nile, Ammon's story ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 6 Horus arrived in Greece and drew for the architects the columns of Egypt. He invited them to visit and see for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-535407340596169749?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/535407340596169749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-six-chapters-with-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/535407340596169749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/535407340596169749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-six-chapters-with-intro.html' title='The First Six Chapters. with Intro'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-7203542467679699130</id><published>2009-09-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:00:54.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>About the first novel.</title><content type='html'>Previously to this post is the first of many novels I began writing under the name of KitSeason on Twitter.&amp;nbsp; It is likely I will write more novels briefly and if so, I will update the description here. I believe my next novel will be a history of the world told by participants riding on trains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-7203542467679699130?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7203542467679699130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-first-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/7203542467679699130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/7203542467679699130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-first-novel.html' title='About the first novel.'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-3519349703149390691</id><published>2009-09-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:56:35.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Oh, Canada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now, in order to bring it altogether in one place and make up some better titles, is the novel in its entirety.  Except for this brief introduction I have removed all author comments.  If author comments interest you, then please read my previous posts.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introducing Dark Cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter I&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud's epiphany came about as the sun set rose-colored across the dusky sky line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Then There was Renna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter II.&lt;br /&gt;Renna flounced (she did too flounce) into the business manager's office. Darla, the manager, would not look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cityscape&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter III.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Dark Cloud wandered through the desparate cityscape, searching for his singular angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter IV&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud found a late night party. Raul asked, are you an indian? No, he said, but I worked on a high rise one summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renna Hears About Dark Cloud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter V.&lt;br /&gt;Renna viewed her face in the hand held mirror. Raul said she should meet this guy he met at a party. "Dark Cloud," Raul said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recognition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter VI.&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud put on dark glasses before leaving the party so no one would recognize him. Somewhere out there was his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Foot&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter VII.&lt;br /&gt;Renna sat on a bench on the subway platform, legs crossed, one foot tapping the air. Dark Cloud walked by not noticing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phone Booth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter VIII.&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud stood in the phone booth. "How will I know I've found her? Will I just know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pseudo-Psychic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter IX.&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up the phone, Marta, the pseudo-psychic, rubbed her hands together gleefully. Her plan was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ridding Oneself of Renna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter X.&lt;br /&gt;Darla sat across from Marta. "So what did he say?? Will I finally be able to rid myself of Renna?" Marta smiled, sd nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XI.&lt;br /&gt;After Darla left, Marta cleared away her pseudopsychic props before setting the table for dinner. "Joey, Maggie, dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interlude a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Joey and Maggie aren't characters in this story. They are extraneous entities meant to aid in our understanding of Marta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artifice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XII.&lt;br /&gt;Raul couldn't find anybody. Renna was at the Pride parade, because though straight, she liked artifice. Raul hated crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tattoos and Piercings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XIII.&lt;br /&gt;Renna made Darla feel uncomfortable. It wasn't that Renna was gay. It was the tattoos and piercings, Darla was sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pointing to Dark Cloud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XIV.&lt;br /&gt;Raul and Renna are walking. "Renna, that's him, that's the guy I was telling you about!" "What guy?" "Dark Cloud!" Pointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meal in the Park&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XV.&lt;br /&gt;After a nice meal in the park, Renna asks Raul, "You mean for me or for you." "You, silly." "Me? I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little too ...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVI.&lt;br /&gt;At home, Renna considered Dark Cloud again. She'd only caught a glimpse of him, but she couldn't see it. He was a little too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LA Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVII.&lt;br /&gt;Raul thought of a boy named Bobby in LA under the hot sun. He wondered how many relationships ended because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Wind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVIII.&lt;br /&gt;Renna couldn't get over that guy, Dark Wind? or whatever. Why did Raul say he was for her? Raul always knew. But this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happenin Chicka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVIX.&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud at Marta's. "Describe her again." "Bleach blonde hair, curled, white fingernails, happenin chicka. Your diamond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gum Under the Seat&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XX.&lt;br /&gt;Dark Rain? Dark Storm? Dark Dragon? No, that wasn't right. Renna stuck her gum under the subway bench. Raul was just so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man of the Hour&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXI.&lt;br /&gt;The man of the hour walked in the rain knowing when he found his inevitable angel she would meld under the force of his power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man of the Hour, Part 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXI-a.&lt;br /&gt;To become his diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXII.&lt;br /&gt;Renna laughed. She hadn't laughed since Darla, since her job, since the last guy, since boredom. Dark Watch, Dark Fork, Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laughter, Part 2&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXII-b.&lt;br /&gt;Fork in the Road, Dark Pitchfork, a rhythm game for every step of subway halls and concrete platforms. Renna laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trusting to Fate&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXIII.&lt;br /&gt;Darla sat across the desk from Anemone. Her fingers tapped nervously, waiting. Anemone nodded."We'll trust to fate" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I Can Crush You"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXIV.&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, Anemone called Darla on her office phone. "Never forget, Darla, I can crush you." Darla said, "I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Randomness&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXV.&lt;br /&gt;Anemone entered the coffee shop cautiously. Marta waited. "I don't like it", Anemone said,"too random, chancy." Marta smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Backstory:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Anemone hated leaving anything to chance. She wanted everything under control and watched constantly for others' sabotage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Performing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXVI&lt;br /&gt;Anemone went faint with disgust thinking of acts Renna might have performed. Renna didn't belong with good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not Her Thing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXVII.&lt;br /&gt;Renna didn't perform any of those acts. Not her thing. She wasn't disgusted though, faint or otherwise.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXVIII&lt;br /&gt;Raul dreamt of leaving the city. Not to LA. Somewhere quieter, peaceful, cooler. But he couldn't leave Renna. She needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXVIX&lt;br /&gt;Raul saw Dark Cloud in the bar. Dark Cloud's eyes glistened like a blank pool of water. Raul had never seen a blank pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Care or Not to Care&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXX&lt;br /&gt;If Renna had a fault it was that she didn't care enough. She wanted to care, but didn't want to enough to change her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End Approaches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXI&lt;br /&gt;Darla was beginning to get very nervous. Marta said the end was approaching. What would happen? Marta wouldn't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Meeting&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXII.&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud turned. The girl with the blonde hair. Was. There. Just there. Dark Cloud froze and stared at her. Renna noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Embarrassing Moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXIII.&lt;br /&gt;Renna smiled a slight smile as she walked away. It was embarrassing really. He was so smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Last Day - The Leaves, The Light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXIV&lt;br /&gt;Renna looked down at the pavement from her apartment window, watched how the light dappled through the leaves and chain-link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Fire or Not to Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXV&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just fire her?" "Are you kidding?" Anemone replied."Do you know how hard it is to fire someone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leaning Back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXVI&lt;br /&gt;Renna had no idea what machinations were being set into motion. She felt relaxed for the first time in days and leaned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Going to Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXVII&lt;br /&gt;Renna felt her tension return as she left the bench where she sat and headed for the subway and thus to her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's The One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXVIII&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud followed her, his breath coming fast. Marta was right, this girl, she was the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Cloud and Renna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXIX&lt;br /&gt;On the subway platform standing waiting for the train, Renna turned to see Dark Cloud staring at her intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XL&lt;br /&gt;Marta was humming as she dusted her apartment. It should be happening soon, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Odd Feeling&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLI&lt;br /&gt;Raul had an odd feeling&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Was he right about Renna and Dark Cloud? Raul had been certain they were destined for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Dark Object&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLII&lt;br /&gt;Renna looked at Dark Cloud and then at his hand. He held a dark object. She smiled again, sad. Raul was right after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Real Psychic?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLIII&lt;br /&gt;Raul felt a sudden wave of shock, thinking, no, no, I didn't mean that, I never meant that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Diamond, My Angel&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLIV&lt;br /&gt;Dark Cloud felt the gun jerk in his hand, saw the burst of flame and saw Renna fly. My diamond, he thought, my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unreliable Witnesses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLV&lt;br /&gt;Afterward no one could say for sure what had happened. Dark Cloud had disappeared and no one had seen the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a Train&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVI&lt;br /&gt;There was only one last sighting of Dark Cloud. Raul saw him from a distance leaving the city on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Office&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVII&lt;br /&gt;Darla burst into Anemone's office. "I thought you said he would take her away, not kill her!" "I said put, not take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to Count Money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVIII&lt;br /&gt;Marta counted her money carefully. All was as it should be, in her world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilt&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVIX&lt;br /&gt;Darla could not believe what she had just done. For the rest of her life that guilt shaped all her choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meaning&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter L&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you just fire her?" "What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about. Do you mean Renna and that crazy man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Very End&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chapter LI&lt;br /&gt;Raul could no longer stay in that city. He packed up his stuff and moved to Canada. It was cooler there, nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End of the First Twitter Novel&lt;/b&gt;. Nothing else ever happened to those people, nothing worth writing a novel about anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-3519349703149390691?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3519349703149390691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/3519349703149390691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/3519349703149390691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-canada.html' title='Oh, Canada?'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-2116571517055709038</id><published>2009-09-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:15:07.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Very End</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXXVI Renna had no idea what machinations were being set into motion. She felt relaxed for the first time in days and leaned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXVII Renna felt her tension return as she left the bench where she sat and headed for the subway and thus to her job.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXVIII Dark Cloud followed her, his breath coming fast. Marta was right, this girl, she was the one.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXXIX On the subway platform standing waiting for the train, Renna turned to see Dark Cloud staring at her intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XL Marta was humming as she dusted her apartment. It should be happening soon, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLI Raul had an odd feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sorry my readers --- &lt;/span&gt;Was he right about Renna and Dark Cloud? Raul had been certain they were destined for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLII Renna looked at Dark Cloud and then at his hand. He held a dark object. She smiled again, sad. Raul was right after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLIII Raul felt a sudden wave of shock, thinking, no, no, I didn't mean that, I never meant that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLIV Dark Cloud felt the gun jerk in his hand, saw the burst of flame and saw Renna fly. My diamond, he thought, my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLV Afterward no one could say for sure what had happened. Dark Cloud had disappeared and no one had seen the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVI There was only one last sighting of Dark Cloud. Raul saw him from a distance leaving the city on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVII Darla burst into Anemone's office. "I thought you said he would take her away, not kill her!" "I said put, not take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVIII Marta counted her money carefully. All was as it should be, in her world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XLVIX Darla could not believe what she had just done. For the rest of her life that guilt shaped all her choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter L "Why didn't you just fire her?" "What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about. Do you mean Renna and that crazy man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter LI Raul could no longer stay in that city. He packed up his stuff and moved to Canada. It was cooler there, nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of the First Twitter Novel. Nothing else ever happened to those people, nothing worth writing a novel about anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-2116571517055709038?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2116571517055709038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/2116571517055709038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/2116571517055709038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-end.html' title='The Very End'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-3004599313296682716</id><published>2009-09-03T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:17:05.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>To Fire or Not to Fire</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXXV "Why don't you just fire her?" "Are you kidding?" Anemone replied."Do you know how hard it is to fire someone?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-3004599313296682716?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3004599313296682716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-fire-or-not-to-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/3004599313296682716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/3004599313296682716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-fire-or-not-to-fire.html' title='To Fire or Not to Fire'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-1475794341693921380</id><published>2009-08-16T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:30:30.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Last Day - The Leaves, The Light</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXXIV Renna looked down at the pavement from her apartment window, watched how the light dappled through the leaves and chain-link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-1475794341693921380?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1475794341693921380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-leaves-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/1475794341693921380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/1475794341693921380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-leaves-light.html' title='The Last Day - The Leaves, The Light'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-2377504517709849604</id><published>2009-08-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:12:22.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>An Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXXIII. Renna smiled a slight smile as she walked away. It was embarrassing really. He was so smitten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-2377504517709849604?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/2377504517709849604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/embarrassing-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/2377504517709849604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/2377504517709849604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/embarrassing-moment.html' title='An Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-4070847793200919297</id><published>2009-08-15T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:39:20.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Meeting</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXXII. Dark Cloud turned. The girl with the blonde hair. Was. There. Just there. Dark Cloud froze and stared at her. Renna noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-4070847793200919297?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/4070847793200919297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/4070847793200919297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/4070847793200919297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/meeting.html' title='The Meeting'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-1535340624398025716</id><published>2009-08-14T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:12:23.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The End Approaches</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXXI Darla was beginning to get very nervous. Marta said the end was approaching. What would happen? Marta wouldn't say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-1535340624398025716?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/1535340624398025716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-approaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/1535340624398025716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/1535340624398025716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-approaches.html' title='The End Approaches'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-958292296518556177</id><published>2009-08-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:28:10.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>To Care or Not to Care</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXX If Renna had a fault it was that she didn't care enough. She wanted to care, but didn't want to enough to change her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-958292296518556177?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/958292296518556177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-care-or-not-to-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/958292296518556177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/958292296518556177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-care-or-not-to-care.html' title='To Care or Not to Care'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-522315372597803922</id><published>2009-08-13T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:12:10.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXVIX Raul saw Dark Cloud in the bar. Dark Cloud's eyes glistened like a blank pool of water. Raul had never seen a blank pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-522315372597803922?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/522315372597803922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/522315372597803922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/522315372597803922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-9215740876915932925</id><published>2009-08-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:11:45.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Raul</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXVIII Raul dreamt of leaving the city. Not to LA. Somewhere quieter, peaceful, cooler. But he couldn't leave Renna. She needed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-9215740876915932925?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/9215740876915932925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/raul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/9215740876915932925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/9215740876915932925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/raul.html' title='Raul'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-5052379597533173938</id><published>2009-08-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:10:36.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Too much telling?</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXVI Anemone went faint with disgust thinking of acts Renna might have performed. Renna didn't belong with good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and that's more than enough about anemone for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXVII. Renna didn't perform any of those acts. Not her thing. She wasn't disgusted though, faint or otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-5052379597533173938?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/5052379597533173938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-much-telling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/5052379597533173938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/5052379597533173938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-much-telling.html' title='Too much telling?'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-7412363852128381165</id><published>2009-08-10T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:23:33.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The most current chapter is always first.</title><content type='html'>Chapter XXV. Anemone entered the coffee shop cautiously. Marta waited. "I don't like it", Anemone said,"too random, chancy." Marta smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory: Anemone hated leaving anything to chance. She wanted everything under control and watched constantly for others' sabotage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-7412363852128381165?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/7412363852128381165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-current-chapter-is-always-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/7412363852128381165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/7412363852128381165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-current-chapter-is-always-first.html' title='The most current chapter is always first.'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809234536090710583.post-3379979389428303583</id><published>2009-08-10T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:49:55.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The story as it now stands...(with author notes included)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following novel beginning is completely as written on Twitter along with all notes pertaining to same that were posted there. And all mistakes as posted also.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New novel: Chapter I Dark Cloud's epiphany came about as the sun set rose-colored across the dusky sky line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writing my next twitter chapter for my twitter novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw twitter novel chapter coming up - just to show I can do it in less than 140 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hapter two. Renna flounced (she did too flounce) into the business manager's office. Darla, the manager, would not look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter III. Meanwhile, Dark Cloud wandered through the desparate cityscape, searching for his singular angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter IV. Dark Cloud found a late night party. Raul asked, are you an indian? No, he said, but I worked on a high rise one summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter V. Renna viewed her face in the hand held mirror. Raul said she should meet this guy he met at a party. "Dark Cloud," Raul said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter VI. Dark Cloud put on dark glasses before leaving the party so no one would recognize him. Somewhere out there was his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter VII. Renna sat on a bench on the subway platform, legs crossed, one foot tapping the air. Dark Cloud walked by not noticing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter VIII. Dark Cloud stood in the phone booth. "How will I know I've found her? Will I just know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter IX. After hanging up the phone, Marta, the pseudo-psychic, rubbed her hands together gleefully. Her plan was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter X. Darla sat across from Marta. "So what did he say?? Will I finally be able to rid myself of Renna?" Marta smiled, sd nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, the smell of maple syrup and formic acid in the morning. Yes, I forgot to rinse the plate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be working on [my] novel again. i think we left off with Marla smiling mysteriously. what else? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonders if there is a name for a twitter block. Like writer's block, only shorter. I'm stuck on chapter X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XI, chapter XI....aaaghh. Marla's going to think something or do something. A glimpse into the writer's daily grind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XI. After Darla left, Marta cleared away her pseudopsychic props before setting the table for dinner. "Joey, Maggie, dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interlude a. Joey and Maggie aren't characters in this story. They are extraneous entities meant to aid in our understanding of Marta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slept in. have another chapter to come, but not quite yet. anticipate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XII. Raul couldn't find anybody. Renna was at the Pride parade, because though straight, she liked artifice. Raul hated crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XII. Renna made Darla feel uncomfortable. It wasn't that Renna was gay. It was the tattoos and piercings, Darla was sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oops that was Chapter XIII followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XIV. Raul and Renna are walking. "Renna, that's him, that's the guy I was telling you about!" "What guy?" "Dark Cloud!" Pointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XV. After a nice meal in the park, Renna asks Raul, "You mean for me or for you." "You, silly." "Me? I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVI. At home, Renna considered Dark Cloud again. She'd only caught a glimpse of him, but she couldn't see it. He was a little too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, so I cheated a bit, maybe. I suppose ch 14 - 16 could be one chapter, but with a lot more dressing they could easily be 3 chs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVII. Raul thought of a boy named Bobby in LA under the hot sun. He wondered how many relationships ended because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVIII. Renna couldn't get over that guy, Dark Wind? or whatever. Why did Raul say he was for her? Raul always knew. But this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XVIX. Dark Cloud at Marta's. "Describe her again." "Bleach blonde hair, curled, white fingernails, happenin chicka. Your diamond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XX. Dark Rain? Dark Storm? Dark Dragon? No, that wasn't right. Renna stuck her gum under the subway bench. Raul was just so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXI. The man of the hour walked in the rain knowing when he found his inevitable angel she would meld under the force of his power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXI-a. To become his diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXII. Renna laughed. She hadn't laughed since Darla, since her job, since the last guy, since boredom. Dark Watch, Dark Fork, Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXIII-b. Fork in the Road, Dark Pitchfork, a rhythm game for every step of subway halls and concrete platforms. Renna laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinks that maybe 140 characters is sometimes not quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that should have been Chapter XXII-b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXIII.Darla sat across the desk from Anemone. Her fingers tapped nervously, waiting. Anemone nodded."We'll trust to fate" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter XXIV. Later that afternoon, Anemone called Darla on her office phone. "Never forget, Darla, I can crush you." Darla said, "I know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/809234536090710583-3379979389428303583?l=noveltotweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/feeds/3379979389428303583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-as-it-now-standswith-author-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/3379979389428303583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/809234536090710583/posts/default/3379979389428303583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noveltotweet.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-as-it-now-standswith-author-notes.html' title='The story as it now stands...(with author notes included)'/><author><name>Kit Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17570787472892570160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
