4 days into Nanowrimo and….
… 5055 words!
So far it’s going better than expected. The counter predicts that I’ll be done exactly one month after the due date. Progress!
If you’re interested, here is my profile page: http://nanowrimo.org/participants/wildfillysama
I’m trying to avoid my long-treasured trick of writing an introduction, re-reading it, and then proceeding to rewrite it into infinity and never do anything else. At the moment, I’m planning on doing absolutely no re-reading or editing of my Nanowrimo writing until I’ve broken at least 10,000 words. On the bright side, this means that stuff is happening! With dialogue, and characters, and plot actually taking place!
Or at least, plot by my dubious standards. It’s nice to have one for a change. The characters are from an older story that I still haven’t finished – it’s a fantasy plot with a modern setting, in which supernatural/immortal figures appear to mess with a human cast. Not exactly original, but fun to write. It’s been a lot of fun writing the characters again! Here is a little bit of what I wrote today:
‘You two are ridiculous.’
‘I said that she could stay over, Marlin. It’s my place as much as yours, so you can’t complain.’
‘You didn’t have to set up a bed for her in the middle of the hallway!’
‘I just can’t believe that you guys have a hallway. I can’t remember the last time I ever saw an apartment with a hallway.’
‘Marlin’s got expensive tastes. He’s lucky I’m such a hard worker to keep him in- Ow!’
‘Shut up, you degenerate. And move that damned mattress into the living room, for god’s sake.’
Isolanthe bowed her head. ‘I’m sorry for the inconvenience. I don’t mean to intrude.’
‘Well, too late for that. You’ve already intruded, so you might as well keep at it.’ Marlin’s sunglasses looked more than a little stupid paired with a fluffy black dressing gown and tartan slippers. He had stopped trying to glare at both Isolanthe and Ludo at the same time and had settled for haughty indifference, leaning against the hallway wall with an impressive amount of dedication to the role.
‘Ludo told me that you were the one that got him into researching the paranormal,’ Isolanthe swung for conversation. ‘Did you meet at a convention?’
‘No.’ Marlin stalked off to a room at the other end of the hallway and slammed the door.
‘Don’t mind him,’ Ludo patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. ‘He just doesn’t eat enough fibre.’