List some events, people, things, themes, phrases,etc. you think would be funto see in Nanowrimo novel, and otherscan come here for some inspiration!

(I can neither confirm nor deny whether I havethought much about what I will be writing about in November).

I'll start things off:

A talking taco truck tells a timidtroubadourto transcribe a twisted tango to tantalize a tender Toyota.

I'm going to avoid analliteration albatross, and announce:

-in the talons of a falcon

- little brother who adored him

• she always only ate the tops of muffins and then tore the rest into crumbs to leave on the plate
• secretly he was a clown, the bulbous red foam nose kept handy in a spring-loaded wrist sheath
• they didn't notice the little grey man who stared at them from mid-way up the nearby tree
• it wasn't until the power failed that she realized her utter fear of the darkness
• her baby son looked up at her with adoring eyes and said, "I don't know how long this period of lucidity will last. I love you, Mom."
• as he stared at the tiny dart protruding from one of his vest's wooden buttons, awareness burst upon him: just because he couldn't see them didn't mean that there weren't ninjas out there ready to kill him

Seven sailors were walking to the saloon when a giant rat peered around the corner and saw them.

Oh my god! I'm buried alive!

Your character is on the run and gets help from a group of people who do not speak his/her language.

Your supporting character reunites with his/her estranged daughter and drops out of the story for several chapters.

One of your major charaters is revealed to be a transvestite...a very, very good one.

Major plans are foiled/altered/abandoned because no one remembered an upcoming holiday until it was too late.

Since the ocean was one of her least favorite places, she'd never taken the opportunity to learn about the form of a squid. A very brief internet search confirmed her bias against all things aquatic.

You know what sucks about living forever? Living forever. I'm serious, if I'd know that I would need to keep tweezing, exfoliating, and exercising for all of eternity, I probably would've made a different decision. Nothing says "Happy 500th birthday" like several hundred squats and dead-lifting my own body weight for half an hour.

"I'm doing this for a friend of mine," the man said as he bit the head off of the still-moving squid. Swallowed it, too.

As she walked down the hallway the floor squeaked behind her, chills ran down her spine andgoosebumps prickled her arms. She turned back and saw nothing except tiny footprints on the floor.

She had spent weeks trying to track down the Serial killer known only as the slicer. Her greatest fears sank in as she realized he was her roommate. There they were in the room alone together and her gun was no where in reach.