NaNoWriMo Day 6: Meet Jassa Krola

So, let’s see, today I woke up, showered, saw Bohemian Rhapsody with a friend (great movie, by the way), voted, saw a few friends off on their road trip, had a rehearsal for the Christmas play I’m in, wrote a good amount of words, and now I’m blogging.  It’s been a busy day for me.

So far this month, I’ve shared the plot of the story and gave you an excerpt.  But now, I would like to share some information about one of the main characters of this year’s NaNoWriMo novel!

Meet Jassa Krola, one of the primary protagonists of Mistcraft.


Name: Jassalyn Krola

Nickname: Jassa

Age: 13

Hair: Worn long, loose, blonde with silver highlights

Skin: Tan

Favorite color: Yellow

Favorite Music: The Celestial Choir

Favorite Food: Fruit sweets

Likes: Sunshine, her friends, her brother, her family, her aura, the warm glow of a fire, breakfast, sweets, boys, watching swordplay

Dislikes: Telvin (a boy who made fun of her before she manifested), sour foods, broken dolls, when girls are mistreated

Most prized possession: Her mother’s seashell pendant

Why?: It’s all she owns of her mother’s

Personality flaws: Timid, thinks of what others think of her too much

Personality strengths: Integrity, desire to always do what’s right

Jassa always knew that she was an angel, and awaited the day she experienced her first manifestation, her angelic aura.  She’s a girl on the very cusp of young adulthood, and with it comes the human changes as well as the angelic ones.  But that doesn’t staunch her increasing rise in popularity with the other people at her school and neighborhood.

But with the angelic power is a strange power growing inside of her, one that she’s discovering and is frightened of.  She knows that nacres are hated and hunted.  She knows that mistcraft is illegal.  But the power to use energetic mist to fuel her ability to fill things with mistcraft power is becoming too strong.  She hides this power from her family.

Meanwhile, Rike, her younger brother, is beginning to show the signs of his first angelic manifestation himself.  As she helps him come to terms with his powers as an angel, she prays to Thane-Na that he doesn’t begin to show nacre power himself.  She just wants to live her life in peace.

* * *

Jassa is an angel, the daughter of a human and a celestial.  With that comes angelic manifestations like her aura and her wings.  But in the part of the story I just wrote, she learned that her mother was a nacre, the name given to people who practice the art of mistcraft, the use of energetic mist to fuel magical power.  She has that power too.  A lot is changing in her life, and it scares her.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 18,777/50,000!

Until next time,

Andrew Ronzino, Rockstar

NaNoWriMo Day 5: Arguments Abound

NaNoWriMo Journal 2018

I forgot to mention in yesterday’s post that I crossed the 10,000 word mark! And today I crossed the 15,000 word mark.  I’m ahead and in good shape.  The reason why I like to be ahead is because I don’t just want to hit 50,000 words on Day 30, I want to be able to finish the novel.

That being said, my two sibling characters, who I will eventually introduce to you, are arguing.  Jassa is 13, and Rike is 12, and other than a few sibling spats, they got along great, until Jassa told Rike something that made him so angry that he cussed her out and kicked her out of his room, and the two of them have been sour to each other ever since.  No big deal, maybe.  I mean, I spent a good long time angry and my brother and sister back in the day.  However, last night and this morning when I was writing, their argument and silent treatment ended in a fight.  How bad of a fight, you may ask?

Kick-in-the-balls-then-use-magic-to-hurt-each-other-as-much-as-possible bad. Their spat turned vicious and ugly quick.  Who knows how far it would have gone if their father didn’t step in and stop the fight?

I never intended for them to end up this angry with each other, but I did intend on having a fight (it’s my way of introducing how the magic works), but the fight went from being just a run-of-the-mill to something much more dangerous, which will add good tension between my MCs that I can use later on.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 15,277/50,000!

Until the morning sun rises,

Andrew Ronzino, Time Traveler

P.S. Always remember that it was on November 5th, 1955 that Doc Brown discovered time travel. Great Scott!

NaNoWriMo Day 4: The First Excerpt


I hope you all are having a good evening.  I was having some difficulty focusing on the novel today, so I went on my region’s NaNo chat server and participated in several word wars.  That kept my head in the right place for writing, and I was able to get a good number of words written because of it.  One of the things I love about NaNoWriMo is the kind and helpful community that gets involved.

By the way, The Greatest Showman soundtrack is great for writing.  I listened to it on repeat all night.

All that being said, tonight want to share a small excerpt from my novel.  It’s a little taste of what I’ve written so far.  I’m aware that all I’ve given out is the plot so you won’t have much context for the excerpt, but I would like to share it anyway.

Now, just so we’re clear, this novel is the roughest of rough drafts.  The point of NaNoWriMo is to write a minimum of 50,000 words in 30 days. Because of that, the story is being written very fast with hardly any editing.  It’s what I like to call a “vomit draft”–literally just thrown up onto the page–and it may be properly edited later on.  The only fixing up I’ve done to this excerpt is enough to make it readable for you here on the site.  Please keep in mind that it will not be that good.  Please excuse any errors you see.

So, without further ado, here is the first excerpt.  Please enjoy, and let me know what you think of it:

Rikenar Krola stood around with his friends doing his best to keep an eye on all of them.  The game was simple: One of the boys in the circle was the killer, and no one but the killer knew who he was, they had drawn cards to determine the killer.  The boys had to try to figure out who the killer was and try to stop him from “killing” his victims by tackling him before he tackled someone else.  Once the killer revealed himself, the game changed to see how many people he could “kill” before getting tackled himself.

Rike was the killer the last round, and he took down five of the seven boys before being stopped, the record for the day so far.  He smiled as his eyes swiftly swept over the other boys.  Every twitch, every move, and scratch of the face or tap of the foot was seen as a possible first move by the killer, who often attacked the person to the left or the right before starting the rampage.

“Are you the killer again, Rike?” Davion asked with an accusing tone.

Rike assessed this question, trying to judge if Davion was genuinely curious, or if he was the killer trying to throw suspicion off of himself and onto someone else so he could make a move to attack someone who was unsuspecting.  Rike had known Davion for four years, and something about the way he asked the question seemed honest to him.  There was no hint of deception in Davion voice, not like the time he stole Rike’s sandwich and tried to convince him that Jassalyn was the one who stole it.  That did not end well for Davion.

“What if I am?” Rike said.

“Don’t do that, Rike,” Davion said.  “Are you the killer again or not?”

“I am.”

Six boys moved to tackle him, all but one.  Santraal moved a few moments after everyone else did, Rike saw it right before he hit the ground with six bodies on top of him.  He laughed in victory.  According to the rules, if there is a pile of people, and the killer jumps on the top of it, it counts as him tackling the entire pile and “killing” them all, effectively earning points for each person in the pile.  Since it was all the rest of the boys and Rike, Santraal had just beaten Rike’s record by getting all seven of the other players.

“I’m the killer,” Santraal said after he jumped on the pile of bodies.

The others groaned and they climbed off of each other.  Rike laughed at their misfortune.

“You lied!” Davion said.

“Yes,” Rike said, still giggling a little.

“Why?” another boy asked.  “You were in the lead!”

Rike shrugged.  “It’s not about winning, it’s about making sure you all lose.  There was a greater victory to be had if I took the fall.  Santraal took advantage of the victory I offered him.  And like fools, you all believed me when I said I was the killer.  That mistake won Santraal the game.”

“I thought angels didn’t lie?” Ritt said.  He was a new boy to their little group of friends.  Rike was often annoyed by him.  Ritt was ten and wanted to play with the older boys, Rike and the others had discussed it and offered for him to play games with the twelve year olds if their school breaks were at the same time, which was most of the time, or at the end of the school day, like it was now.

Rike had been waiting for his sister to finish her final test of the day so they could walk home together like they usually did, so the other boys, most of whom were waiting for a parent or sibling to take them home, or were just waiting to walk home themselves, decided that a good game of Killer in the Circle was in order.  No one disagreed.

“That’s celestials, Ritt,” Rike said with a roll of the eyes.  “And it’s not that they can’t lie, it’s that they often don’t feel the need.  My father’s a celestial, so I know.”

“Another round?” Santraal said.

“Why?” Davion said.  “You already got all of us, no one can beat your score.”

“You can if Jassa joins us,” Santraal said, waving to someone up the path.

Rike turned to see his sister walking down the path with her quilting bag clutched to her chest.  Her wings looked majestic behind her in the sunlight.  She always looked so angelic with the wings.  He would be waiting for his wings for a while, he hadn’t even manifested his aura yet.

-Excerpt from Mistcraft; Chapter 2, by Andrew Ronzino

I hope you enjoyed that!

Current word count for Mistcraft: 12,921/50,000!

Until tomorrow,

Andrew Ronzino, Walker of the Tightrope

NaNoWriMo Day 3: Plot

I love it when you write something in that you never intended on putting into the story, but it ends up working perfectly.  My two main characters are siblings, and they got into a big relationship damaging fight in the scene.  I only intended for it to be a spat, but it escalated.  Now that it’s written,  I feel like it needed to escalate.  I’ll share more about this later, I’m sure.

I have given you have the title and the genre of my novel, but I’d like to share the plot.  Without further ado, the plot for Mistcraft:

Jassalyn and Rikenar Krola are angels, born of a celestial father and a human mother.  But as the young siblings’ angelic manifestations begin, Jassa starts to suspect that there’s more in their blood than just celestial. 

They find themselves able to draw in energetic mist and use to it alter the world around them, like a nacre, the practitioners of mistcraft, a forbidden magical art. 

Could it be that the could have both celestial and nacre blood?  The same dreaded combination that Brayol, the Nacre that Broke the World, had 6,000 years ago.  What will Jassa and Rike do with that same power?  

I need to work on my synopsis skills, so if you have any tips feel free to leave them in the comments below.  But there it is.  I’m excited to see where this story goes.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 9,753/50,000!

Until the stars align,

Andrew Ronzino, The Dude

NaNoWriMo Day 2: Almost Forgotten

Today was moderately eventful.

I actually got my words in for the day, but between work, having a friend over to watch The Magicians, and a different friend spending the night on my couch so he doesn’t have to make a two hour drive at 12:30 at night, I almost forgot to journal about my day.

I told you I would be honest, so how’s this for honesty?  I almost forgot my readers.

I apologize for what I almost did.

But I did write, and I have nothing more to say at the moment.

Current word count for Miscraft: 7,246/50,000!

Until the next day crests,

Andrew Ronzino, Visionary

NaNoWriMo Day 1: A Good Start

NaNoWriMo Journal 2018

It’s NaNoWriMo, and for my ninth year, I’ve had a good start.  5,000+ words on the first day, which is a lot for me.  After struggling for months with trying to figure out what I wanted to write this year, I finally came up with an idea and worked it out until it was something I was happy to write for my 2018 NaNo novel.

This year I’m writing a fantasy story, but I’ll be testing my abilities to write a believable and a thought out magic system that fits the world and setting; one that makes sense in that story’s universe.  It’s my first time creating a dynamic magic system for a novel, so I kept it simple.  If I feel like the magic needs to be deeper than I’ve come up with, I can always go back to it after the challenge is over to spruce it up.

The title for my 2018 NaNoWriMo project is: Mistcraft

Every year I write this journal for my readers to journey with me during the November writing challenge.  I will be raw and honest about how things are going, explaining details about the story, process, characters, and some of the other things that go into my writing.  This year, however, I will be sharing this journal on my personal blog as well as here.  It will be the same posts just in two different locations.  If you want to enjoy it here, please subscribe to my site, or head to my personal blog, The Paradigm, and subscribe there.  With two sites to subscribe to, you can’t miss a chance to read along.

Current word count for Miscraft: 5,071/50,000!

Until tomorrow,

Andrew Ronzino, Master of the Written Word (but seriously, I’m just okay)