Nanowrimo Day 30: End!
I'll keep writing every morning....
Nanowrimo Day 30: End!
I'll keep writing every morning. It's the only thing to do now, I think. God bless America, I love a good habit. Maybe next I can get into exercise or something crazy like that.
Today I realized yesterday's chapter didn't have to be another ten paragraphs. Three more did the trick, and it ended with a cliffhanger, so I'm good. I've been spoiled by the joy of sharing so much magical, fantastical backstory about Troll Livin' in the USA, I now need to stop and really *think* about how to resolve the last third of this story. Matter of fact, as soon as I get through editing the next chapter, I'm going to print out the final bit of the mss (only about 20 pages in Word, I think), and I'll look through that this afternoon with my trusty notebook in hand. Really looking forward to that!
First, I've got to post my interview of David Gaughran, of course, so stay tuned for that, as well.
Notable nano:
The room was decorated with sports paraphernalia. Jerseys, skates behind glass, a helmet—no, a head wearing a helmet, mounted to the wall.
Then, there's this:
"Have a drink of that water, Deb," he said, without looking up. "It's going to keep you under control while you're here at the Bingo Palace. I don't need you losing your temper while you're learning the ropes—I'm counting on you, Deb. Gennifer's counting on you, too. It's simple: you destroy the competition, and you and your sister go free. You run your mouth and blast around here flapping those leather wings in all our faces, and we'll eat you alive, my pet."
The black cloud I'd seen on him at the Rustic Fog rolled across the table at me. It smelled acrid, like smoke, vinegar, and rotten trash. The garbage smell reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place him at the moment. Someone creepy who lived at the dump or something.
"Just take me to the fucking rink," I said.
Click the gorgeous redhead up there at the top to see more art that's inspired me this month of Nanowrimo. Image reblogged from someone whose obviously spent time taking makeup tips from the fae:
