National Novel Writing Month

So I am thinking about doing Nanowrimo again... For those of you who don't know, it is an online competition that challenges participants to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days (during the month of November). Below is the idea I am working with. Have the outline all done. Fingers crossed I have the time (and energy) to do it!


40 Drops of Rain

Synopsis

When Adam awakes in a foreign city, he is disillusioned and in pain. He struggles to remember who he is or how he got himself into his current predicament. His confusion increases exponentially when he realizes the city he is in is filled with beings he cannot comprehend. The citizens of Sunya appear to be formless opaque beings with no distinguishable features and a robotic mentality. As Adam struggles to gain his bearings he pursues his most basic needs, water, food, shelter. Adam quickly realizes that his actions for fulling his desires seem to have a direct effect on how he perceives the citizens of Sunya. His need to understand this world and the people in it lead him on a dark, yet grandiose, path in the black markets of Sunya. His rise to glory within the city's alleys and drug trade seems to give him everything he is looking for, but what really happens to us when all our desires are fulfilled? 

This novel focuses on the human condition and how our decisions build our perception of our environment and what happens when our perceptions are shattered. 

40 Drops of Rain is a story of desire and redemption, questioning how far we will go to define the world around us.

Excerpt

In the void he was formless. No memory. No knowledge. Only void.

Floating among nothing and everything, he was nothing and he was everything. This is where he waited. Where we all wait. A drop of rain in an endless ocean, where jetsam and flotsam have no name, have no substance. Where currents are not pulled by the revolution of the moon, but by the hearts of men. 

In the darkness a storm arises from the void. Starting as a steam on the endless ocean it rises, growing exponentially outside of time. Like a colossus it emerges, roaring with peals of thunder as it swirls over the ocean, with form and without. A million voices cry out in joyous anticipation, a question of whose time has finally come. With its fiery hand he is retrieved. A drop of desire waiting an eternity to be absorbed into the plane of form. He is born from the dark waters, ascending into the raging storm. The stars have to shield their eyes, blinded, as he glistens with the placenta of the void. In a momentary balance between a shell and a being he is filled with love, a final embrace from the universe, and his only hope of return. 

In a final display of power the storm expands into infinity and collapses on itself, tearing at the fabric of reality. In a blinding flash of light, it is gone. The desires of men tremble in its wake. In love and sadness they enter back into the void. 

In the void he was formless.