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NaNoWriMo Day One
WIP: Archmaker
Goal: One scene per day or 1667 words per day, whichever comes first.
Progress: Finished scene one (Introductory Hunt; 1539 words) and scene two (Home Alone; 850 words). Started scene three (Council Meeting; currently 34 words).
Word Count Today: 2423
Word Count Total: 2423
Favorite Line:
The twang of a crossbow catches all of us, I think, by surprise. I glance back to see Evan Musterfeld, wiggled slightly further out of his grave, paralyzed once more by a crossbow bolt to the chest and a man I don’t recognize reloading a heavy-looking crossbow. Another wave of dizziness sends me to the ground as I relax my grip on the cane. I fall slowly, controlled, pulling a classic stake from the sheath at my side and sinking it with my full body weight into the banshee’s heart. Her face freezes in a look of pain. I pull my cane from her abdomen, click the stakes back to the side so it’s a functional aid again, and shove myself slowly to my feet, legs tensed to force blood back to my heart and brain. My face is hot with anger. “Somehow the Premier sent you both too soon and too late,” I bite out.
Last Line:
The library is a lively place once the patrons arrive. But in the early morning, when it’s just me and the opening librarian and the spiral staircase behind the genealogy section, it’s almost eerie.
NaNoWriMo Day Two
WIP: Archmaker
Goal: One scene per day or 1667 words per day, whichever comes first.
Progress: Finished scene three (1266 words), scene four (850 words), scene five (539 words), worked on scene six (currently 921 words).
Word Count Today: 3616
Word Count Total: 6039
Favorite Line:
The silence in the Council chamber is deafening. My voice breaks it. “I have never consented to take on an apprentice, Premier. I have always worked alone.” The Premier sits. “Rhi, I have humored your request for years to not give you an apprentice. It simply is not fair to all the other hunters.” I laugh. “First you put me on vampire infant duty, and then you force me to accept a random wandering hunter’s assistance on the most basic of cases, and now you want me to take on a student? A liability? What’s next, Premier? Shall I put on a black robe and repeat your words in a spooky voice?” I take a deep breath, recommit to professionalism. “Respectfully, I don’t see how the logic follows.” “Your new assignment waits upstairs.” The Premier’s voice is firm, but retains the crackly quality of the ancient vocal cords she retains. I unfold my cane, shaking it out to it’s full length as the elastic snaps it into place. Cane down, left foot, right foot. I stand to my full height, using the cane only for balance. “She will continue to wait.”
Last Line:
I ride the elevator up to the second floor and by the time I find my room I’m ready to be horizontal for a few minutes. I don’t even bother to latch the deadbolt before wrestling the crutch off my arm and flinging myself onto a bed, clean blankets crumpling beneath my just-got-off-a-train body.
NaNoWriMo Day Five
WIP: Archmaker
Goal: 1667 words per day!
Progress: I wrote 5007 words today over four outlined scenes even though I had work today and I'm literally so tired and proud of myself, and obsessed with the dynamic between these two.
Favorite Snippet:
After a few quiet moments of eating, she says, “I don’t want to be here anymore.” I let that process a moment. “Here?” She pops a chunk of muffin in her mouth. “This hotel, this city, this room with these cold fucking eggs.” She swallows the chunk of muffin. “Does hunting take up space in your brain?” I take a bite of the eggs, which definitely have gone cold. “I suppose? It used to, back when it was fresh and every hunt was a challenge.” She shoves the entire bottom half of the muffin into her mouth at once. “Done.” Her voice is extremely muffled. “Get me out of here. Let me kill things.” “….Okay. Finish your breakfast first.”
Last Lines:
I sigh. “It means not only do we need to pretty much memorize this file while we’ve still got a few hours of daylight, you have to learn the ins and outs of making sure the stake hits the heart through the ribs along with all the other elements of combat that she’s not giving me the time to teach you.” I hand Morgan the file to look over as I sit on the other side of the couch. Morgan laughs before looking. “Sounds like food service.”
NaNoWriMo Day Seven
Holy shit, y'all.
WIP: Archmaker (working title)
Goal: 1667 words per day, 50k total.
Progress report: Today, I went on a hike for a couple hours, took a nap, brought my fiance to and from work, and wrote 5,814 words!!! We're to one of the scenes I was most excited to write, which was intended to be about a third of the way through the story, maybe a little less than a third, and I'm at 22,637 words total! It's only day 7!!!! this is the furthest I've ever gotten with a nano project and I'm literally thrilled.
Favorite snippet:
Morgan nods, pulling free of my grip. She goes over to Chrissy Harlan and sits on the ground in front of her. “I’m sorry,” she says. “You don’t deserve to die. You did nothing wrong except exist. It wasn’t even your fault you died.” Morgan reaches into her bag and pulls out a collapsible comb. She starts combing through Chrissy Harlan’s hair. “You get to see the sunrise, Chrissy. You get to see one more sunrise, even through all this. At least that’s a blessing.”
Last line:
“That’s not how it works, Miss Lafayette. I know you’re disappointed, but there’s only so much we can do against the evils of the world. And what we can do is purge it of the evils of vampirism.” The Premier is speaking faster now, whipping up a bit of energy, turning on her charisma. “Chrissy Harlan died. What rose from her grave was a monster bent on killing. Nothing more, nothing less. It was kind of you to brush the dirt from her hair, child, but she will no more remember that than she will the first words her mother ever spoke to her.” The Premier pauses. “Do you remember the first words your mother spoke to you?”
NaNoWriMo Day Eight
I made 3,797 words today, putting me at 26,434 words total so far. That's over halfway done on day eight!!! I feel like this is the most I've ever written and my brain feels like a wrung out sponge molding on the counter. ANYWAY we are finally getting to the JUICY BITS!!!
Favorite snippet:
Though the bar is a complete circle with patrons on all sides, there is only one bartender. The fae. She’s laughing, rushing around in the circle and I can see now that there is a system, some intricate dance that I can’t quite follow the workings of, as she serves the patrons of her establishment. Everyone here seems to be almost in a daze, and I lean over to Morgan and whisper, “Do not eat or drink anything you are served.” She nods and puts the drink she had just taken from a wandering server back on the tray. “What is this place?” I look around, dreading speaking aloud the answer. Beautiful, dazed partygoers, a laughing Fae princess, faceless servers spread through the crowd. A literal tree in the middle of it all. I clench my jaw. “It’s Faerie.” I look Morgan dead in the eye and see no hint of dazzlement. “We’re in her own little piece of Faerie.”
Last line:
Alondra wrenches my arm behind my back and shoves me into a wall.
I want to do NaNoWriMo but I have no time and I still have another wip I haven’t finished yet 😩😩