NaNoWriMo Day 27: The Beginning of the End

So…I hit 90,000 words today.  I had two fine days of writing.  Between yesterday and today, I wrote about 14,500 words, give or take a few.  I will likely break my NaNoWriMo word count record, which was 92,320 words (that was my 2015 novel, The Priest of Tears).  I may or may not break 100K, we’ll see.

I started the climax of the story, well, technically I started it yesterday.  The villain of the story, who was long thought dead, is really alive and was put into an endless sleep.  Rike just woke up him.  Brayol, the Nacre that Broke the World, is active again.

I have awesome plans for the end, and it should be glorious.  I’m excited to write it.

I’m going to call it there though, I’m tired.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 90,036/50,000!

Until the end comes,

Andrew Ronzino, The Nacre that Broke the World

NaNoWriMo Day 26: Over 8,500 Words

Today is my day off.  I also had my normal Monday night plans cancel due to weather.  I started to write, and I hit the best groove ever.

Today I wrote a little over 8,500 words.  That is a lot for me.  That is, by far, the most words I’ve ever written in one day for NaNoWriMo.

I also hit–and passed–80,000 words!

I’m all written out.  I have a pizza in the oven, so I’m going to devour that and watching Netflix.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 84,000/50,000!

Until I write more words,

Andrew Ronzino, Pagemaster

NaNoWriMo Day 25: I Killed a Lady

I  made it through 75,000 words before I killed someone.

I’m nowhere near George R. R. Martin or Jerry B. Jenkins levels of killing characters, but I’m also not afraid to kill someone off when they need to die for the sake of the story.  But it’s rare that I’ll go almost the whole novel without a single character being killed.   But up until now, that’s just what I did.

I was at a write-in today and I was talking with someone about the storm that just happened.  I was explaining how dangerous it was and how I killed two horses in the process of it.  She looked at me and asked me why I only killed two horses.  She said, “If this storm truly is as cool and dangerous as you described, you should kill a character.”

I realized she was right.  More weight needed to be put on this storm.

I agreed.  Someone needed to die.

Then I struggled on who to kill.  It couldn’t be the main characters; it couldn’t be the love interests (they have more to do in the story); it couldn’t be the guards (Red Shirts are cliche for a reason); it couldn’t be the leader of the group, because I have plans for her; and it couldn’t be the doctor because he needed to help Jassa when she got injured in the storm.  That left two, a powerful woman with very little character, and a woman who specializes in information and is needed to advance the plot when they get to the city they’re traveling to.

After a good fifteen minutes of debating with the woman at the write-in, and myself, I realized the truth: The information specialist needed to die. Because not only would there be more weight on the storm, but it will also cause some trouble when they get to the city and have to try to figure everything out on their own.

She was killed by iridescent fire.

It was unplanned.

I feel a little bad.

But I’m also not sorry.  I see now she needed to die.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 75,497/50,000!

Until we meet again,

Andrew Ronzino, Murderer

NaNoWriMo Day 23: The Break Storm

My main characters have just gotten caught up in a storm.  But not just any storm, a Break storm.  It’s a factor of the broken world that the story takes place in.

The Break is the massive crack in the world.  Once a year, in the spring, there is an enormous storm that comes from the fissure.  It’s infused with energetic mist, and the lightning is iridescent like the mist is.  But Break lightning is more dangerous than regular lightning, it will incinerate flesh on contact.  And it’s attracted to mistcraft so nacres using mist to protect themselves from the storm will find themselves in even more danger.

The storm just started so I will see how my characters fair tomorrow.  I don’t think someone will die, but I’m pretty sure someone will be injured.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 69,306/50,000!

Until the day meets another,

Andrew Ronzino, Gamer

NaNoWriMo Day 22: Giving Thanks

Happy Thanksgiving!  Today was a great day.  I did some writing, went to a friend’s house for Thanksgiving dinner, and came out of a food coma.  But I have a novel to finish, so I did some more writing,  There’s a lot to be thankful for, so here’s a list:

  • God’s love
  • Family
  • Food
  • Friends
  • The Phantom of the Opera’s mask
  • Eleven, and the Upside Down being closed
  • Turkey
  • The Paradigm’s readers
  • National Novel Writing Month
  • The Internet
  • How I Met Your Mother
  • Writing
  • Acting
  • Reading
  • Books
  • The Bible
  • Mistcraft
  • Nacres
  • Angels
  • Celestials
  • Word wars
  • Laser engraved pie
  • Volpe (one of my best friends)
  • Superman
  • Stan Lee
  • Girls
  • A Christmas Carol
  • Bob Cratchit
  • The Nostalgia Critic
  • Clocks
  • Magic markers
  • Marker magic
  • The Room
  • Oh, Hi, Mark!
  • RPGs
  • Overpriced trail mix
  • Xia: Legends of a Drift System
  • Being happy
  • Die Hard
  • My first published short story
  • My second published short story
  • Gloves
  • Emma Watson (she will always be on this list)
  • Michigan
  • Wine
  • Cider
  • New York
  • That one guy who walks into a pole because he was looking at his phone
  • Sisters
  • Brothers
  • Mothers
  • Fathers
  • Steve Harrington’s hair
  • Dancing because you want to
  • Milk, it does the body good
  • Iilk, it does the body so-so
  • The woman in the movie Airplane! who got slapped over and over again
  • $5 bills
  • The Mighty Ducks
  • Scrooge McDuck
  • Darkwing Duck
  • Howard the Duck
  • The number 4,878,901,659,200.5
  • That funky beat
  • Me
  • You
  • A really nice pen

I hope you all had a wonderful and happy Thanksgiving!

Current word count for Mistcraft: 64,725/50,000!

Until the world goes around,

Andrew Ronzino, Thankful

NaNoWriMo Day 20: A Turning Point

Rike, one of my main characters, has reached a turning point, and because of it, so has his sister, Jassa.  He had an experience with the Lady of the Mist, a shadowy woman who sometimes shows up in the energetic mist.  Some nacres worship her as a goddess, and others see her as a strange anomaly.

Up until this experience where the Lady of the Mist spoke with him, he had been against learning mistcraft in any capacity.  The nacres in charge see it as a sign because the Lady has never spoken to anyone before.  The Lady told him that he needed to let go of his fears of mistcraft and learn how to use it, and help the nacres heal the world.

And now, much to the confusion and worry of his sister, he wants to embrace the part of himself that he had been ignoring.  So Jassa is now thinking that something is not quite right, and she may start to have second thoughts about the nacres as a whole.

I planned this from the beginning.  She would be all for mistcraft, and he would be against it, and now is the turning point for both of them, where they start to switch sides and still be at odds with each other.  Jassa will never fully give up mistcraft, but she may start to think that the nacres are hiding something.

This has been an interesting part of this story to write.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 56,387/50,000!

Until we meet again,

Andrew Ronzino, Worldbuilder

NaNoWriMo Day 19: The Second Excerpt

Today was a good day.  There was another great scene that I was able to write, one that I’ve been seeing in my head for a long time.  It felt good to finally write it.  So, things are going well.

Normally, I would have shared the second excerpt by now, but I’ve been too busy to do so, so I’m doing that tonight.  If you would like to read the first one, you can do that here.  Again, just like with all my excerpts, this is a vomit draft so please ignore any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gotten past my quick edit.  Let me know what you think of it.


“Krola?” Naroli said.

She was looking at Jassa like she were suddenly a meal she hadn’t had in a long time, and she was famished.  Jassa glanced at the door.  Naroli’s hand was on the handle.  Jassa was filled with a fear.  She grabbed Rike’s arm to keep he close to her just in case they needed to flee or fight.

She was surprised by the commanding presence of this mistress of mistcraft.  She exuded power.  On top of her being strikingly beautiful, she was in charge of whatever room she was in.  Right now she was in the room with them, blocking their exit.  She was in awe and terrified of this woman at the same time.

The kettle was still screaming.

“Krola,” she said again.  “Lady of the Mist, what a gift.”  She stared at them in awe, and that frightened Jassa too.

“Please,” she said, like a begging plea.  “Don’t go.  Stay.  I’ll get us that tea.  Please.  Please don’t leave.”  She moved away from the door as if it were the hardest thing in the world for her to do.  She swiftly went into the kitchen.

Jassa could hear teacups being jostled quickly.

“Should we leave?” Rike said.  “I don’t like this.”

“I don’t either,” Jassa said.  “But I don’t think we should leave, Rike.  I don’t know what’s going on.  But I want to know.”

“She was looking at us like meat, Jassa.”

“I know, please let’s stay.  If we get into trouble, we’ll run for it.  You can fight a little.”

“Not against a mistress of mistcraft, I can’t,” Rike said.  “She was kicking us out a moment ago.”

“Apparently father’s name has more weight to it than we thought.”

“Maybe,” Rike said, “but he is a little famous, isn’t he?”

“A little, I guess,” Jassa said.  She moved a few steps away from the door, but close enough that all she had to do was jump for it, and she would have a hold of the handle.  Rike stayed at the door.

Naroli walked in with a tray with three teacups on it, full to the brim of a light brown tea.  She put it down on the table and looked at them again.

“Your surname is Krola?” she said again, as if she didn’t quite hear it the first few times.

“Yes,” Jassa said, confused.  “Jassalyn and Rikenar Krola.”

“Daughter and son of the Sword.”  This was a statement, not a question, almost said to herself than to them.

“Yes,” Jassa said.  “You know my father then?”

She laughed.  “Children of the Sword!  You are no mistake.  Paalvana, you clever, cleaver woman.  No, I do not know your father other than knowing his name.  The Sword is famous, especially with my chapter of the nacres.  Sit.  Have some tea.  I have decided to help you after all.”

“Why?”  Rike said.  “A moment ago you were throwing us out, telling us we’re too dangerous to have around, now you want to help us?”

“Yes, Son of the Sword, I do.  You have no idea what having you here means to me.  Sit, sit.  I will not throw you from this place now.”

Jassa sat first, Rike slowly left the door and joined her.  Naroli handed them the tea.  Jassa took it and sipped it so it would spill over the brim.

“I knew your mother married an angel, but I never knew, nor would I have ever thought, that she would have married Krola the Sword.  It is almost unbelievable to me.  I don’t even know how to really react to this news other than to sit here in awe.”

“Why?” Jassa said.  “You’re not making any sense, ma’am.”

“I know, I know,” Naroli said.  “I’m sorry.  There’s a reason for it, I’m a little shocked.  When you learned you were nacres and you told your father, how did he react?”

“He told us that he hoped we would be nacres,” Jassa said.  “He said we might be able to help heal—”

“Heal the world,” Naroli said.

“Yes,” Jassa said.

“Paalvana, you were clever.  I should have known she was up to something.”

“What does that mean?” Rike said. “Ma’am, you’re confusing us right now.  And frankly, I want to leave.”

“Please don’t.  I apologize.  I’ve been strange.  This was the last thing I expected to happen to me when two angelic children entered my eatery today.  It’s just that if you really are the children of Krola the Sword, your forbidden blood was no accident.”

Jassa didn’t know what to think of that.  She never thought she was an accident, even with her nacre blood.  Her father had mentioned that he had hoped that they would have shown signs are nacre abilities, and when Rike never said anything after getting them, and her not saying anything either until their fight, he seemed relieved that they were, and sad at the same time.  She remembered reading his face, and wondering what would make him happy and sad at the same time.

Now this Naroli woman was telling them that they weren’t an accident.  It was starting to sound like Mother married Father on purpose for the sole reason of having them.  But she wondered why.  Is my whole life some kind of elaborate lie or plan? she thought, while reaching for the seashell pendant hanging from her neck.

“What do you mean by that?” Jassa said.

“Child, do you know who your father is, and why he’s called the Sword?” Naroli said, her eye brows raised.

Rike spoke up.  “Our father is a famous warrior from the past,” he said with pride. “He has won many battles and many wars.  He is a skilled warrior and a master of the sword.  He was one of the celestials who helped defeat Brayol after he broke the world.”

Jassa nodded.  “Our father is a hero.”

“A hero?  Maybe,” Naroli said.  “I will not dispute anything he may have told you, or deny these facts about him that you have stated, I am sure they are all true.  The celestials are a great race, and we were lucky to have them cross over from the celestial ream to the human realm.  Though I do not believe they were sent from Thane-Na.  But your father was more than what you have said.”

She paused for a long moment and sipped her tea.  “Yes, your father did help stop Brayol eventually, but only after he betrayed him.”

“What?!” Jassa and Rike said in unison.

Naroli put her teacup down on the saucer on the table.  “Your father worked for Brayol.”

“No,” Rike said, angry.  “That’s lie!”


-Excerpt from Mistcraft; Chapter 15, by Andrew Ronzino

There it is.  This is the scene where my MCs learn that there’s more to their celestial father than they thought they knew.  It was a blast to write.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 54,118/50,000!

Until tomorrow night,

Andrew Ronzino, Bob Cratchit

NaNoWriMo Day 18: The 50,000th Word

Hello, my wonderful readers!  I have some fantastic news:

I REACHED 50,000 WORDS!

After only eighteen days since I started the NaNoWriMo challenge, I’ve reached the goal of 50K!  I was in a really great spot and was able to hammer out a lot of words.  I only had to delete and rewrite one scene before I hit the goal.  Score!

Like every year, I would like to share the 50,000th word with you.  This year that word is: “mistcraft”.

The sentence containing the 50,000th word is:


“More amazing than mistcraft!” he said.


The context is that a young man that Jassa fancies is the one teaching her the basics of mistcraft.  Being an angel, she has wings, and he asked her if she would fly so he could see it.  She obliged, and when she landed, he stood astonished, and said that she in flight is “more amazing than mistcraft”.  After that, they kissed.  It was Jassa’s first kiss.

It was an adorable scene to write.  Mistcraft is the title of the novel, so having it be the 50,000th word is cool.

Now, technically I’ve succeeded in the challenge of NaNoWriMo, but I like to complete the novel.  Because of that, I won’t consider it a victory until I type “the end”.  I still have a lot to write.

Current word count for Mistcraft: 51,751/50,000!

Until next time,

Andrew Ronzino, A Man Who Wrote A Novel In Under 30 Days

NaNoWriMo Day 16: Gotta Run Part 2!

This just ended up being a busy week for me, and once again, I must leave a quick post.  I got my words in today.  At this rate, I’m worried I won’t finish the novel.  Yes, I’ll hit 50K, but I’m not sure if I’ll finish the story based on where I am in it.  I will do my best to write a lot over the weekend.

I need to leave again.  Bye!

Oh, and Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes Of Grindelwald was awesome!

Current word count for Mistcraft: 45,316/50,000!

Until even later,

Andrew Ronzino, That Guy…Again