NaNoWriMo Update #4

Wow. I just…

Wow.

Where did November even go you guys? Just a few days ago it was November 10th, I swear.

I can't believe NaNo is almost over. I can't believe I'm almost done with a freaking novel. Basically, I just can't believe this entire month. Like… Wow.

I'm feeling super accomplished (even though I've still got about 10k to do (10k? Pshaah. I've already done 40k, thank you very much)).

I'm getting really excited. I can see the end of the road, the top of the hill. I can taste the victory (or is that just all the chocolate I've ingested this month?). Both maybe?

I don't know. All I know is that I am killing it. Slaying. Slaughtering. Beasting. Whatever you wish to call it. Maybe I'm not moving as fast as I had originally planned, and I might not be going as fast as some of the other writers, but I am going far faster than I've ever gone before.

I've almost written a novel in a month! That's awesome! And that goes for anyone else who's working on NaNo. You're amazing. Think about how many people say they want to write a novel, and let's take it a step further, think about how many people started NaNo then just quit.

But not you. Not me. Let's win this together! Let's finish NaNo strong!

#honorarynanopeptalk-er

Alright… Onto the stats for today.

Words Completed Today: 2,201 (but I want to churn out a few more before the night's up)

Total Words Completed: 42,355

Favorite Snippet: Guardian spun around, flying backwards, and he exploded into light. The Dustless closest to us screamed, crumpling to the ground.

I felt panic spear through me. I hadn't realized they were that close. I hadn't even heard them.

A gunshot broke through the air and I spun around, my eyes wide. She lay on the ground, a Dustless twisted on top of her. Black blood dribbled from the hole in it's head onto her, burning dark against her skin.

No.

She kicked it off of her and stared down at her arm in horror. Four arching scratch marks cut across her forearm and ruby red blood trickled down it, dripping from her elbow down onto the snow. It froze almost instantly.

The scarlet drops bounced against the ice, splattering in striking contract. I found a sick fascination in the color.

That's it for now. 

I'll see you guys at the end of the month, or maybe before. I want to do a Thanksgiving post, but I'm not sure how that'll work with actually doing Thanksgiving and NaNo too.

Happy Thanksgiving! Happy NaNo! Good Luck!!

NaNoWriMo Update #3

I can't believe it. NaNoWriMo is already half over. The hours spent in front of my laptop have flown by surprisingly fast.

I'm over half way done with my novel.

In seventeen freaking days.

Do you know how long it took me to get to the halfway point last time?

Six months.

And it took me six months to get a quarter of the words I've written for NaNo already.

It's strange, I keep flip flopping between feeling on top of the world and like I'm withering away. For example, Thursday of last week, I think, I flew through my words, getting them done rather quickly, but then today I've been doing a lot of staring at an empty screen.

I just can't get my brain to communicate with my fingers.

I'm having a really hard time writing.

Words Completed Today: 832 (but imma do more, i promise *cries*)
Words Completed Total: 29152
Favorite Snippet:

(Just a little explanation: this is not Pryor narrating, this is Livvy, his little sister who's been infected and is slowly being changed by the disease, both mentally and physically.)

We watch the wall. No. I watch the wall.
I thread my fingers through my hair, pulling until the stinging sensation in my scalp brings back a shred of sanity. The room is empty. White. You are alone, surrounded by nothing by unforgiving silence. You glanced towards the solid wall of shimmering exo-glass and realize that you are not you.
The girl's mind is cluttered by a thousand voices vying for control, for attention. I am not me. Something terrible is in my head, breaking her—breaking me—down piece by piece. I am loosing myself.
I look to the exo-glass, expecting to see Pryor's back pressed against it. She doesn't hear his voice. How long has it been since he came back?
A day? A year? A single minute?
I don't understand where he is. You crawl towards the wall, your fingernails, untrimmed and caked in dried blood-
Blood. She feels sick.
Why is there blood on my hands?
Then you remember. Your teeth sunk into her neck. Screaming. Hands scratching—hers and mine. Scarlet liquid flowing down your chin and onto the floor.
Tears wells up in my eyes, falling down her cheeks. You are scared. I'm so much worse than even a few days ago—or am I? I can't remember. You don't remember.
She curls in on herself and cries.
Where is Pryor?


There you have it, folks.

Until next time.