Act One :: Heroes and Cons

Chapter One: Song of the Century
Chapter Two: 21st Century Breakdown
Chapter Three: Know Your Enemy
Chapter Four: Viva La Billie Joe!
Chapter Five: Before the Lobotomy
Chapter Six: Tre's Inferno
Chapter Seven: Last Night on Earth

Dream, America, dream
I can't even sleep
From the lights early dawn.
Oh scream, America, scream
Believe what you see
from Heroes and Cons...

Some Songs I Listen To

Here's some songs I listen to while I work on my outline and when I'll eventually write it... All of 21st Century Breakdown & American Idiot by Green Day. "Minority," "Burnout," "Basket Case," "Long View," and "I Fought the Law," by Green Day. "End Transmission," "Beautiful Thieves," and "It Was Mine," by AFI. "March of the Pigs," "The Day the World Went Away," "We're In This Together," "The Hand That Feeds," "The Line Begins to Blur," "Not So Pretty Now," "1,000,000," "Echoplex," "Down In It," "Head Like a Hole," "Discipline," and "The Beginning of the End," by Nine Inch Nails. "Jane Says," by Jane's Addiction. "Dosed," "Californication," "Otherside," and "Dani California," by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. "Savior," by Rise Against. "Zombie," by The Cranberries. And... "Closer to Fine," by the Indigo Girls. 55 songs. Wow.

200 Word Warm-Up

This is just a scene I threw together to get a feel for the characters. Note the third-person, the actual story will be all first-person (the POV worked better for this scene, though). It's 184 words long.

Billie Joe sighed and leaned against the wall, lighting his cigarette and passing the plain blue lighter to his companion. With a tired glance at the other man, Billie inhaled and drew the smoke into his lungs.

“What’re you majoring in again?”

“Me? I’m gonna try something like…I dunno, something probably like English,” Billie Joe responded, gazing out at the horizon. “What ‘bout you?”

“I’m probably going to try for music theory or somethin‘,” Tré responded, shaking some loose hair out of his face and pocketing the lighter.

“Damn, that’s way more exciting than English.”

“Lot less useful, though.”

“Eh. Ya win some, ya lost some. Y’know?”

“Yeah. ‘Course I know.”

Billie Joe just smirked and took another quick drag of his cigarette. “Can ya believe that college’s starting in a few months? I mean, it’s like just yesterday I was fifteen.”

He winced at the painful memories of that time. “Not that I’m glad that I’m not 15 anymore,” he quickly added. Tré just laughed.

“Same here,” the older of the pair stated, “I wouldn’t relive that time for a million bucks. Ouch.”

21st Century Breakdown (a summary of events)

Billie Joe and Tré met in the middle of chaos, the middle of the twenty-first century breakdown, and kissed where everyone could see.

2013. It seems like the end of the world...as we know it, that is. Billie Joe is a revolutionary, striving to fix everything and failing. Tré is a delinquent, on too many drugs to even tell that something's happening. A kiss at their graduation changes everything, for both of them.

Sing us the song of the century. It sings like an American eulogy. The dawn of my love and conspiracy. Forgotten hopes and the class of '13...

Sing Us the "Song of the Century"...(an introduction)

Hello! I'm Suki and this is the blog I'm keeping for my NaNoWriMo fic, 21st Century Breakdown (based off of the Green Day album of the same name). It'll be mainly for posting the actual chapters (blogs about the fic, as in progress, will be posted up at Closer To God, my general writing blog).

Um...that's really it.

The chapters will be posted rather sporadically, according to when they're finished and stuff, and they should be around 2778 words long on average (that's just 50000/18, so...). They will be completely unedited -- that's for next March and NaNoEdMo! So...
Note: if I don't finish this novel by the end of November, then YES I will, in fact, continue writing it until the end.

Thanks to my awesome mom for doing 10k goodie bags for me.
To Green Day, for Trè Cool, Billie Joe Armstrong, and the album this is based off of.
To the NaNo dudes who make this thing happen.
To my brain, for giving me this goddamn idea in the first place.

~S. Self-Destruct