NaNoWriMo: The Salted Road
So many things seem eternal, seem, in the moment, to be without end and culturally permanent scars. The great flood; the memory of dragons; the knowledge that there are demons in the dark.
So many things seem eternal, seem, in the moment, to be without end and culturally permanent scars. The great flood; the memory of dragons; the knowledge that there are demons in the dark.
I now present an unedited snippet from Notte, the dramatic hero of my WIP. SO dramatic. Oh my.
This month is not about producing something publishable. It’s about teaching yourself to just keep writing, to ignore the inner editor, and to let yourself just spill words onto the page.
I did it. Somehow, I did it, in between moving to a different state, crazy flu-illness, and family obligations. Holy wow. Excuse me while I party.
A slightly longer snippet this time, and one I rather like.
Somehow, I am actually up to date on my wordcount. Today’s suggested goal is 13,333, and I am up to 12,650, which means by the end of the day, I will be right. Now, as for how the heck I am managing this, I have no freaking clue. I’m just showing up at the page, …
I have succeeded. Notte’s novel is only about halfway done. It’s tying in with the Sundered sequel, too. I may be at this for a while.
More from Notte! It’s unedited, etc. I’m still behind on words, but that is okay. I’m making great progress.
“Keep up, idiot,” Re muttered, and I shook myself from my wonder to trot beside him.
Fair warning: this is almost completely unedited, beyond a quick skim for typos (which I probably missed anyway).That’s okay. First drafts are what they are.
I am so happy about this. I did it. I didn’t think I could do it. I did it. Of course, the book’s nowhere near DONE, but that’s okay. Knowing I can do this is *ahem* half the battle.