A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

"In skating over thin ice, our safety is our speed."

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

1st November

Off to a rolling start! I will not stick around for long, because I'm hurrying for an early bedtime. :) It's going well, and I'm not dead yet. I have my characters (although they're not doing much yet) and an emerging plot. This is good. I also managed to stay on top of my school work. I don't know how well that'll work tomorrow considering I have a paper due on Thursday, but all the more reason to get ahead now.

Anyway, an excerpt anyone?



When we reached the top, past Uncle’s room without any problems, I released my breath. I hadn’t even realised I had been holding it. My lungs burned and I took in several large gulps of air as we slipped through the door into our bedroom.
    
Eris still had her back to me. She stood looking out of the window which I had forgotten to latch. There was a cold breeze that snaked through and she appeared to be repeating my motions. I saw her shoulders roll as she took in breath after deep breath and let her head sink forward to rest on her chest. I was torn between going to her, laying my hand on her shoulder, and just leaving. I could go downstairs, leave her to sort herself out. I could make her fix it, this time.
    
But, I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not really. Eris, despite her dark humour and snarky attitude, was as fragile as some of the women that Uncle chose to bring here. That was, after all, what he had initially intended for us. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the door as I tried to clear my mind. There wasn’t anything that I could do for her. Not really. I could only be there for her, help a little to clean up - well, whatever it was. How could I prevent it from happening again?
    
“I really screwed up, Persey.” I opened my eyes at the sound of her voice. It was clear from the way she held herself that she was still in pain, but she didn’t sit down. The blood on her skirt was more obvious in the electric light that came from the bare, hanging overhead bulb. I shuddered, my hand involuntarily going to my mouth.

Word count today: 8,022
Total word count: 8,022

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And roll my

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Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that-

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But, oh, I love my life

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