>For the past week, I’ve been in a writing frenzy. I’ve picked up Pride of the Hunt, which I abandoned about halfway through NaNo last year, and even wrote several thousand words on Mortuus Rex; I haven’t stayed up until 1 AM writing in months.
Yesterday, I bell a bit short of my goal. I’m at 6,026, and I was planning on being at 6,670 last night. That adds a bit more to what I need to have done, but that I can do. I managed to insert a gratuitous sex scene, but I think it’s actually going to advance the plot a little; add some conflict early on (and not the kind you think, either).
Just to share a little, here’s a short snippet of what I’ve written so far (in all its unedited glory). One of my MCs is an albino; however, I’m trying to make her representation realistic; albinos have serious vision problems, as a result of the lack of pigment in their eyes, and glasses don’t help, either. So she’s actually mostly blind. And magic hasn’t automatically fixed it, either; her spells help, but are imperfect.
Sara stretched and reached for the ceiling, trying to work the kinks out of her neck and back. She had been sitting for hours, poring over one of her beloved texts, nose to book, the only way she found it possible to read. The spectacles that should have been on her face were lying by the book. They gave her headaches, and they didn’t really help her much, anyway, but her instructors insisted she have them. They were mostly just fashion accessories at this point.
“Still moldering away in this library?” Larath said,patting her on the shoulder and flopping noisily into the chair. The librarian glared as he scraped chair against floor and knocked three of her books onto the floor.
“Larath, you need to be more careful!” she admonished, stooping to gather up the books.
“Sorry, sis, I’m just not good with this stuff.” He thumbed through one of the tomes, sniffing and setting it down with a shake of his head. “Give me the sawdust in the salle over the musty dusty in here any day.”
She shook her head. “You’re lucky you have me around, you know, otherwise you’d be a complete ignoramus. How did you even manage to pass your classes?”
Larath grinned at her. “Easy.You helped me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I shouldn’t have. Maybe you would have learned something other than how to swing a sword. Speaking of which, aren’t you supposed to be practicing for your final practicum?”
He shook his head. “I was supposed to, but instructor Elias managed to sprain his ankle, so the session was cancelled. I’ve got the rest of the day off!” he stretched and leaned back in his chair. He pinwheeled his arms wildly as the chair overbalanced and nearly toppled over, dumping him into the floor. He seized the table and steadied himself.
Sara shook her head again. “You’re hopeless. Get out of here before you tear the place down, or get me kicked out of here. I’ve got to finish this.”
“Nuh uh. I’m here to make sure you eat, young lady. A little bird told me yiou’ve been here *all* day, and haven’t stopped once for anything to eat. If you fall over from starvation, you’ll never have the energy to finish your exams. Or stay up to study for them.”
She sighed. “But I just have a few more pages–”
He grabbed her arm, closed the book, and pulled her up to her feet. “No way. You’re coming with me, now, while lunch is still hot, so you don’t end up with a bowl of stewed leftovers.”
Sara grabbed her cloak and slung it over her shoulders. She murmured a few arcane syllables, twisted her fingers, and pulled the hood of the cloak over her head. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” She let him guide her through the tables, thankful that this time, at least, she wouldn’t end up with another bruised thigh when some thoughtless ass forgot to push his chair under the table.
“Sara! Sara!” someone called. She looked back to see the librarian’s indistinct shape, glowing, waving something high in the air. “Wait!” The librarian caught up to her, and the glow faded to see the blurry human form. She blinked to try and clear her vision, but the spell had malfunctioned somehow, and the blur remained.
I need to work on that. Still not handling the far to near transition well, Sara thought to herself.
“Sara, dear, you forgot your spectacles,” the librarian said, shoving the metal framed lenses into Sara’s hand. Sara smiled, swallowing the retort, and crammed the spectacles onto her face. The librarian smiled, and bowed, then scurried off to her desk.
“I thought those didn’t help?” Larath said as they walked out of the library.
“They don’t. No one seems to believe me when I tell them that, though, so they keep insisting I wear them. They give me a headache, but if I don’t wear them, the headache I get from the constant nagging to put them on is worse. So I close my eyes, or just grin and bear it.”
“That is so cool. I wish I could see with my eyes closed,” he commented, holding open a door for her.
“I wish I could see more with them open.”
Last night’s trauma left me with a pitiful start: 200 words by the time I went to bed. In all fairness, it was the Lortab that left me drowsy and unable to focus, that combined with general exhaustion from a long day and pain from the sprained ankle.
Today has been a frustrating day dealing with malfunctioning forums, although I have been incredibly impressed by their performance thus far. Failures to load aside, they’re staying up and reasonably zippy, given that this is our highest traffic day, and in years past, this always meant CRASHING or completely unusable.
I wrote in drips and drabs, starting and stopping my writing timer so I could keep track of how much actual time I wrote. Most of it happened after 9, when the girls went to bed. Final results?
60 minutes of writing, 3,737 words total. I need 3,334 per day to reach my ultimate goal of at least 100k. My full goal: 100k or a complete novel. Preferably at least the former, combined WITH the latter. I’d really like a complete novel, more than a particular word count, so if I hit 90k and it’s done, I’ll be happy.
i’m starting the story slowly, with the interactions between my two MC. They’re twins (don’t groan, please). One is albino… but she suffers from the same maladies real world albinos do. She’s damn near blind, and has to wear a cloak any time she’s outside, or she’ll get a severe sunburn. This is a fantasy, so she’s learning to use magic to compensate, but it’s imperfect, and she’s definitely a bit handicapped.
Her brother is the protective sort, very outgoing and physical, she’s introverted and academic.
I’ve also introduce the other MC, the third member of their Hunter’s Triad. This thing really has a bit of a YA feel this first chapter, even though they’re 22, because they haven’t yet become Journeymen, and are still students. That’s definitely not the focus I’m going for, though. They’ll be out in the world and their age and student status will be left behind.
I’m trying to decide if I want three POVs or not… there will be at least two, Sara and Larath, but I’m trying to decide if I want to pull L’varen in. I guess it’ll depend on how strongly he comes through for me. Right now, he’s a bit more clownish than I intended. He’ll get more serious, I hope.
Things are flowing smoothly, a good sign. I was already having trouble finding my characters last year at this point. They’re coming through, and already feeling real.
A bit about them: They are both 22, and living under the shadow of very famous, skilled parents. Part of the point of this story is going to be them finding their own identity, outside of a famous family, and making a name for themselves. Sara is not as concerned with this as Larath; she’s content with her books and her magic. He is more ambitious, and is determined to be a greater Hunter than his father, who is one of the best. i’m trying to design them to be not polar opposites, but complementary. They’re close. I’m going to introduce more friction as the story continues, because I want their growing independence from each other and their parents to be a strong focus until the middle of the story, when it’s going to become more about them dealing with the consequences of their family’s past… through no fault of their own.
So, tell me about your stories. If you’re doing NaNo this year, what is your novel about? What genre? How has your first day gone? I’d love to hear from you.