5th November

I haven't updated this last couple of days because I've not been very well. Friday was a very stressful day, and I was pretty sick (I think I'm allergic to all this American dairy) so my wordcount wasn't brilliant. I wrote about 4k yesterday. Today I've only written 5,000, but that brings me to a nice 25,000 which I'm pefectly fine with. After all, I have work to do!

ALSO, and this is amazing, MY COVER GOT MADE. So, NaNoWriMo have this thing where they recruit a bunch of awesome artists to create covers for a few Wrimos during November. You nominate yourself/get nominated, and then the artists have the final choice as to which cover they make. 30 people get covers made, and mine was one of the ones they chose. This makes me feel awesome!! lol.

And they got my character down (aside from her level of attractiveness, anyway!)

See?

On another note, my novel is getting super crazy. I don't know what's going on any more. And I do believe that I like it.

“Ah-hah,” Emmeline gloated. “I knew you couldn’t discriminate against this kind of beauty.”    

I waited to respond until I had reached the top, collapsing to my knees before I realised that we were actually sitting in - well, an area that was made for sitting. I pulled a face. “I don’t see anything beautiful,” I muttered. But I was glad that I at least wasn’t dead. And that I hadn’t made a fool out of myself. I couldn’t wait to tell Eris about all of this.

“It is beautiful,” Emmeline said, her tone forceful. “I’m sorry, but just wait. It really is nice up here. You can come and sit, and - well, it’s not that cold. Here, would you like a cigarette?” She patted down her pockets until she came up with an opened packet. They probably didn’t belong to her. She didn’t seem to care. I shook my head.
    

“I don’t smoke.”
    

“That’s what everybody says. But the tea makes it nicer.”
    

“The tea what?”
    

“Makes it nicer. Here, look.” She lit the end of a cigarette between her lips, and then passed it to me. I took it for fear that she might burn me with it, and then stared at the thing like an idiot.
    

“What the hell am I doing with this?”
    

“Smoking it,” Emmeline coached. I tried to hand it back. “Nope. Not until you’ve at least tried. If you don’t like it, you can give it me right back. Go on. The tea makes things taste different.”
    

I wasn’t sure how much of this I believed, but her offer seemed fair enough. I lifted the thing to my lips, inhaled, and almost choked. But Emmeline was right. It tasted like nothing I had ever tasted before. Like pomegranates and fresh water and sweet, sweet sugary apples.
    

“Wow.” I didn’t know what else to say. The smoke hurt my nostrils as it blew out, but the taste was divine.
    

“If you liked that, you should try sex.” Emmeline took the cigarette back and put it between her lips. “Seriously. It’s amazing. That tea - it’s god.”
    

“I’m not sure-”
    

“God.”

Words written: 5,021
Total word count: 25,051