So, the first week of NaNoWriMo is going full force…. or at half throttle as is the case for me. I keep having trouble trying to get a sense of what would be a good ending for Courting the Swan Song. I should be just writing, writing, writing right now, but instead, I keep trying to establish that outline that I didn’t get done before November started.
As for the rest of my ROW80 goals…. I’m caught up. Nothing extra, but maintaining. I even got my sponsor post written and send out. Steady the course…
And you, are you participating in the madness known as National Novel Writing Month? If so, how are you doing so far?
No fancy WIPpet maths today. You get 11 sentences for the month of November. And since my sole focus of this month of writing is getting Alanii’s story straightened out (and finished), all excerpts for November will be from Courting (as much as I love pulling bits and pieces in from the other stories in the series, I really need to get this book done; it’s starting to weigh on my mind constantly).
Alanii blinked at the man stupidly, then turned toward the small window of his room. The filtered glow he’d taken for the early rays of morning light was coming from too high up in the sky to be anything but several candlemarks past his usual waking time. He threw off the thin coverlets and grabbed at the breech-clout his friend passed him, still slightly damp from laundering. He grimaced as he wriggled into the cool, clinging linen. At least they didn’t smell of several days sweat and road grime. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” he asked, reaching next for his tunic.
Instead of handing him the blue shirt, the Hastor reached past the door and dropped Alanii’s remaining damp clothes on the bed. “We’ve been trying off an’ on for the past few glass. About two past, Lan was here to check on our day’s plans. You gave him an earful, but you may want to head to the common room before he heads out to clarify some things.” The man’s smirk grew to a full smile.
Have I ever mentioned that I love the Hastor? Pretty much all of them (well, maybe not the triplet’s father, Valarian, but even he has his moments)… Good thing Alanii shares my fondness for the family.
As always, a big shout out to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse for hosting of WIPpet Wednesdays. For a WIPpet, writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date at the group linky. Company, comments… even gentle (or not-so gentle) critiques are always welcome.