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I really don’t have much to say today, except that I got behind by a day in my NaNoWriMo word count. I’m just thankful that NaNo ends this month during a weekend, so I have plenty of time to catch up!
I hope everyone else is doing well with their writing projects, or any creative projects, this month, be they Camp NaNo related or not!
(Hey, think I can add the words of my posts to my NaNo count? No? Okay, fine…)
An Amazon bookstore recently opened up in a city fairly close to us… and I spent too much money there.
I suppose there’s worse things I can spend my money on, right?
The bookstore was pretty neat. Rachel and I tend to go to our local Barnes and Noble, which is always great, but it was nice visiting another bookstore. Amazon was definitely smaller with its fewer shelves, but they had the books displayed face out. Seeing all the covers, along with little blurbs and reviews from the website right underneath them in a plaque, was fantastic. The majority of the selection seemed to come straight from Amazon’s most popular lists on their website.
I bought four graphic novel books, one hardcover, and three paperbacks. The hardcover and one of the paperbacks were for Rachel, but the majority of my money was still spent on books for me. Being an Amazon Prime member, I got the Prime membership prices, which was nice.
Payment was a bit odd for me, for I’m not one of those people who stores her credit card information on her phone and “taps” the register or card reader to pay. With my Amazon app on the phone, I needed to scan in a QR code by the register so the register knew I was a Prime member, then the payment was made with the card I have on file on my Amazon account.
It was really strange not taking out my card and swiping or inserting the chip. Like, I felt as if I forgot to pay. Now that I think about it, I wonder if they take cash at all?
Overall the experience was nice, and the workers there were very friendly and helpful. It was a bit crowded, which was understandable, and I think every bookstore could stand to be a little bigger, but it was nice visiting there.
Have you ever visited an Amazon bookstore?
The simulation was so real that I was coughing from a person’s cigar smoke as I passed him by. He gave me an odd look, which I returned, before he retreated further into his alley. I sighed and kept walking down the street.
So far I had stopped a bank robbery by commanding the electronic, sliding doors to stay shut. One of the would-be robbers tried body slamming the door; he bounced backwards and knocked himself out. His partner surrendered to the police without a fight.
After that, a guy dressed in typical mugger gear (complete with a ski mask) collided with me, dropping a hideous flowered purse. Figuring that the purse didn’t belong to him, I punched him in the nose as he tried to get up.
Yes, I had punched him instead of using my awesome super powers. It had been instinct!
He booked it down the street before I could do anything else to him. I picked up the abandoned purse and gave it a quick look-through before finding an iPhone. A young, feminine voice spoke in my mind while the screen proceeded to load up the GPS application.
Thank you, the iPhone had said. His hands were cold! Do you mind taking me back to my master?
I had complied, obviously, especially since the device had been nice to guide me with a map to its owner’s home. It took me a little while to leave after finding the lady. Simulation or not, she had just baked cookies and insisted on rewarding me with some.
Full with imaginary food, I returned to the streets and was now just wandering around. The street lamps greeted me, and I was having a short conversation with them until a random explosion shook the ground. Dark smoke billowed up on the horizon, and I took off running toward the source. Within a few minutes I was wishing that I had picked super speed as my second ability.
I reached the site eventually and immediately dived behind some wreckage when some crazy chick started blasting ice and snow from her hands. Another girl and a guy were flanking Ice Woman, and I mentally dubbed the second girl Bomber for the little explosives she was throwing everywhere. The guy was Get Away Driver, since he was packing a car’s trunk with bags while the ladies just caused chaos. Diamonds and other jewels fell out of the stuffed bags as he tried to cram them in the vehicle.
I tried to give myself a pep talk to move (Alright, Gigabyte, you’re a hero! Stop the villains!), but it was a bit difficult when exploding snowballs whizzed over my head. After reminding myself several times that it was just a simulation, I mentally stalled the car and promptly learned that this would be rated R as a game due to Get Away Driver’s choice of words.
I peeked around my wreckage shield and was abruptly thrown against a building’s wall. Get Away Driver was renamed to Mental Boy for his telekinetic ability and apparent anger issues. Stiffly, I got up from where I had landed, trying to drive the pain away with logic. Being a simulation, of course, the pain should all be in my head—
“Stupid hero,” Mental Boy said as he raised me in the air again. “What were you thinking–”
I was dropped again when Mental Boy was suddenly blasted away with fire and went down for the count. Ice Woman retaliated and her stream of snow met the fire head-on. Glancing up, I saw that my ally was a floating young man in a deep red costume decorated with flames along the sleeves. I stood up and looked at our last opponent; Bomber was forming a large explosive but, before she could throw it at Fire Man, I lashed out with my own powers.
Electricity crackled around me, and my body felt as if I was getting constant static shocks. I threw my arm toward Bomber and bolts of electricity soared toward her. As my powers made contact with her, Bomber screamed and little sparks sizzled around her even after she fell unconscious to the ground. Sparks danced around my hands and head, and I felt a pleasant tingle surge through me.
A shout and a thump interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see Ice Woman unconscious, and Fire Man land on the ground. He walked over to me while my electricity dissipated. Despite his mask, I recognized his crooked smile.
“Shhh.” His smile grew into a smirk. “You’ll give away my secret identity. I’m Kindle in this get-up. Care to join up, Gigabyte?”
I grinned. “I’d love to.”
If you were introduced in a book, have you ever wondered what kind of character you would be?
If you weren’t the main protagonist, what would be your role? Would you be part of the protagonist’s squad, going with him/her/them to face the villain? Would you be one of the villain’s minions?
Or would you be a random side or background character? Perhaps you’d give the protagonist directions, teach him/her/them how to fight or how to navigate the land. Maybe you’d give some sage advice, or maybe you would just be the person yelling at them to get off your lawn.
Rachel and I did a similar post like this on our Double Jump blog, and I was curious as to how it would extend to book characters. Would your book-self be named? Would you show up in later chapters, or just have a one-time appearance and serve your purpose?
Obviously, everyone is the author to his/her/their own story… but have you ever thought about how much you help other people in their stories?