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NOTHING BURNS LIKE THE COLD

Based on thorough historical and geo-political research on Greenland, Nothing Burns Like the Cold tries to investigate how Captain America’s crash in the Arctic influenced worldwide politics by pulling on Real Life problems and International Associations, by looking through the eyes of SHIELD agent Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye and his implication in the findings of the Valkyrie and Steve Rogers in the ice. 

NB: Whenever a real historical fact or real geographical location shows up, further reading links have been inserted in the footnote of the chapter. 

It all started with this gifset, this story spiralled into a full blown NaNoWriMo novel when I borrowed 14 books on Greenlandic Geo-Political History and Military, as well as Social and Economic things. 

Happy reading, everybody <3

My Muse: Unacceptable. Ideas look better under the cover of darkness.

Me:...

Muse:...

Me:...

“50,000 words in a month?! I could never!”

Okay. Maybe you can’t.

So?

Why should you let that stop you? You are a writer. You take reality by the horns and wrestle it into submission.

Usually we do this one word at a time. All that NaNoWriMo presents is an opportunity to do this thousands of words at a time. That’s all it is! 

My first year doing NaNo, 2015, I did not make the 50K mark. Not even close. I didn’t even get half–I wrote 24,283 words. But you know what?

It was fun as heck! I had a great time! And at that moment in my life, the rate at which I wrote was about 20K a year. 20K a year. So, no, I didn’t hit the 50K mark. But I did write more in a month than I wrote in a year, and that means that I succeeded.

Library Crawl (runs about 2.5hrs)

The Casual Campaign Dungeon (runs for about 2.25hrs)

Thanksgiving Crawl (runs long, but if anyone show’s up for the Write-In on the 22nd, we’ll do as much of this as we can)

The [d&d] Adventure Crawl (this is LONG and COMPLICATED, but might be fun...)

And so it begins! For those of you who don’t know NaNoWriMo is a challenge to write 50 thousand words in the month of November - that’s 1,667 words a day. My chosen novel for this year is A Pinch Of Salt, a prequel to the main queer witch story following Ren and Vic (who you met in one of my Halloween shorts yesterday) as they meet. The girls are fairly minor characters in TFOSB but I love them both so I feel like they deserve their own story. 

God, he's so *reasonable,* like he's doing the neighborly thing by not ripping out my throat and he'll be stopping by later with lemon bars to make sure I'm all settled in to my new home on Being Chased by a Werewolf street. All of the wolves I've known have always been quiet, shoulders hunched, eyes down, keeping to themselves so that the Order doesn't think they're about to--

Ama's only just begun to turn when I've got the gun pointed at him again. "Yes?" he asks.

"He killed someone," I say lowly. "John Ferman murdered someone and you came to help him get away before the Hunters got him."

The friendly neighbor expression vanishes, leaving just the hard angles of his face and that dark, intense stare. "I was hoping," he sighed, "that I could get you out of here before you said that."

I'm not shaking anymore; I feel like the hallway is dropping away from me. He's facing me again, square on, and I can see tension in the muscles in his arms where there hadn't been any before. I dropped my phone somewhere outside, and even if I had it, it wasn't going to make any difference. There's no way anyone could come to help me in the fraction of a second it's going to take him to Shift and lunge at me.

Day 12, and Book 3 is nearly drafted (in a very rough-sketch sort of way). Once I add to it the 25k I wrote before November, I’ll have a respectable first pass at things.