Gideon's Curse - Nanowrimo Read-along
Just a quick note to let everyone know (particularly those who remember what I've done in the past) that I'm going to participate for the third straight year in Nanowrimo. As in the past two years, I'll be posting my daily output to a yahoo group, and you are all invited to join up and read along. Just send an e-mailto:
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The novel is titled "Gideon's Curse," a historical dark fantasy set against the backdrop of a cotton plantation on the edge of the Great Dismal Swamp.
"In the swamp, you die, or you find ways to survive. Young Gideon Swain knows this; he knows there are older ways than the slave-labor minded Pope Family that he works for can imagine. He has seen his mother’s reflection in the slime-pools of the bog. He’s heard his grandfather, the first Gideon at Preacher’s Marsh, chanting on the night breeze. He has seen eyes, glowing white and glittering with hatred, peering from the trees that line the fields. He has heard voices like drumbeats chanting in the night, and played his blues in time with them.
The dead are rising, and they are coming. Soon."
Join in - read along. There will be weekly (and random) prize drawings...
And good reading. If the novel doesn't get completed in the month of November, this group will continue until it does. Welcome to the swamp...
David Niall Wilson
www.macabreink.com
deep-bluze.livejournal.com
Subscribe: Gideons_Curse-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
The novel is titled "Gideon's Curse," a historical dark fantasy set against the backdrop of a cotton plantation on the edge of the Great Dismal Swamp.
"In the swamp, you die, or you find ways to survive. Young Gideon Swain knows this; he knows there are older ways than the slave-labor minded Pope Family that he works for can imagine. He has seen his mother’s reflection in the slime-pools of the bog. He’s heard his grandfather, the first Gideon at Preacher’s Marsh, chanting on the night breeze. He has seen eyes, glowing white and glittering with hatred, peering from the trees that line the fields. He has heard voices like drumbeats chanting in the night, and played his blues in time with them.
The dead are rising, and they are coming. Soon."
Join in - read along. There will be weekly (and random) prize drawings...
And good reading. If the novel doesn't get completed in the month of November, this group will continue until it does. Welcome to the swamp...
David Niall Wilson
www.macabreink.com
deep-bluze.livejournal.com
1 Comments:
At August 24, 2012 3:34 PM, WendyandCharles said…
blast! I was hoping it was a book to read that was done already! The title alone is intriguing! lol, Cant wait for it to get done. Have a great day everyone!
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