NaNo is a whirlwind. A destructive, yet wonderful whirlwind that takes over your life and you wonder how you can possibly get anything else done. Hence my neglect of the blog….
But it’s WIPpet Wednesday, by golly. And that deserves at least a few minutes of my time to get something up. But first, let’s talk about Row80 goals.
Finish line edits on SHADE. Achieved!
Read at least 2 new books. No new progress. I’m still a total slacker when it comes to mornings and train commuting still isn’t happening. Hopefully soon.
October NaNoWriMo Prep Work. Achieved!
NaNoWriMo Challenge. I’m a bit sluggish, but still making decent progress. I’m at ~28,000 words as of this post. That’s more than halfway. But I’m not loving what I’m getting. I’m having that murky middle moment. I’m still going to push through, because the best remedy for murky middles is rewrites. And pushing through has brought me some new ideas and discoveries that weren’t in my original outline. So this first draft may suck in one way, but it’s helping me in several others.
Edit/finish the short stories I do have. No new progress.
And now for something completely WIPpet. Let’s see, today’s 11-13? What about 13 pages in and 11 lines. A bit of explanation: Vera and Logan went to visit Vera’s father Balfour in the city and find instead Logan’s aunt has set a trap for them.
“Stop it!” Vera continued, tears now streaming. “Please!”
When Balfour turned back to Logan, he finally understood. Those eyes. Yellow, panther-like eyes. Balfour moved Logan back with ease, Logan now struggling to hold onto consciousness. His eyes grew heavy and then closed, at least until he bumped up against something. Suddenly he was coughing as gasping and Balfour lay in a heap on the ground before him.
“What happened? Father?” Vera hurried to Balfour’s side, shaking him.
“He was,” Logan choked out amidst coughs, “possessed.”
Logan grabbed whatever was behind him to steady himself and touched something wet. He turned his head. A water trough?
“Son, are you all right?” Gentry called, hurrying toward him.
Logan nodded. “Father, it was—” Something cold and clammy clamped down over his mouth. Several other gray, rotting hands clenched fistfuls of his clothes and pulled him back into the trough. His aunt! The hands submerged his head in the water. She was trying to kill him!
And we NaNo on! What do you think of his aunt’s powers? How is your NaNo going?