NaNoWriMo: Day Two
Snagged this from thedreamisreal , 'cause it's an awesome way to map out progress.
And, hey, if anyone wants to add me as a writing buddy over at the NaNo site, feel free to do so! I'm illusionrain over there as well.
Word Count: 2194
Total Word Count: 5295
Hours Spent Writing: Mmm, roughly about three.
Chapters Written: Finished chapter one, I think, and started chapter two.
Last Line Written: There had to be books on dreams; surely there were ways to make them go away, if not prevent them.
Morale (from 1-10): 9! Happy with how it's going and dexstarr and scarysnapey are awesome in their support.
Things I Did Well Today: Stopping at the end of a scene instead of leaving it hanging like last night. It was driving me crazy all day until I could write more, lol.
Things I Didn't Do So Well: I kept going back and fixing little nuisances when I couldn't think of what to write next.
General Thoughts: It's insanely fun writing snippets of 'past lives' someone could have lived, but the aftermath of them waking up is hard to write!
Excerpt:
Panic blossomed in Madoc’s chest, a dark, uneasy feeling that overruled reason. “Crimes, what crimes? Have you not looked in a mirror lately, milord? If you would but stop and stare, you would see the true horror that is within!” He didn’t know why he was shouting, but he was, trying to get this man to understand something that he would never see.
He was back-handed for his troubles, the nobleman having slid off his horse to confront the wayward criminal he was accusing. At the pain that spread from cheekbone to jaw, he instinctively reached behind him and pulled an arrow from the bag strapped to his back. He was amazed he hadn’t noticed the weight before, because now that he was aware of it, the bag felt heavy and constricting against his spine. He pointed the arrow at the stranger, pressing into the man’s neck until a dot of blood welled where he placed it.
“Alas, I have you at a disadvantage,” the man intoned dryly, a subtle declaration of boredom. He gestured with his hand to the bound and gagged maiden that Madoc had nearly forgotten about in his haste to provoke the arrogant Lord. He didn’t understand how he knew this man was a nobleman; he just knew there was a fear welling deep in his gut like the blood his arrow could draw. “Stand down, and no harm need befall this fair young lady.”
And, hey, if anyone wants to add me as a writing buddy over at the NaNo site, feel free to do so! I'm illusionrain over there as well.
Word Count: 2194
Total Word Count: 5295
Hours Spent Writing: Mmm, roughly about three.
Chapters Written: Finished chapter one, I think, and started chapter two.
Last Line Written: There had to be books on dreams; surely there were ways to make them go away, if not prevent them.
Morale (from 1-10): 9! Happy with how it's going and dexstarr and scarysnapey are awesome in their support.
Things I Did Well Today: Stopping at the end of a scene instead of leaving it hanging like last night. It was driving me crazy all day until I could write more, lol.
Things I Didn't Do So Well: I kept going back and fixing little nuisances when I couldn't think of what to write next.
General Thoughts: It's insanely fun writing snippets of 'past lives' someone could have lived, but the aftermath of them waking up is hard to write!
Excerpt:
Panic blossomed in Madoc’s chest, a dark, uneasy feeling that overruled reason. “Crimes, what crimes? Have you not looked in a mirror lately, milord? If you would but stop and stare, you would see the true horror that is within!” He didn’t know why he was shouting, but he was, trying to get this man to understand something that he would never see.
He was back-handed for his troubles, the nobleman having slid off his horse to confront the wayward criminal he was accusing. At the pain that spread from cheekbone to jaw, he instinctively reached behind him and pulled an arrow from the bag strapped to his back. He was amazed he hadn’t noticed the weight before, because now that he was aware of it, the bag felt heavy and constricting against his spine. He pointed the arrow at the stranger, pressing into the man’s neck until a dot of blood welled where he placed it.
“Alas, I have you at a disadvantage,” the man intoned dryly, a subtle declaration of boredom. He gestured with his hand to the bound and gagged maiden that Madoc had nearly forgotten about in his haste to provoke the arrogant Lord. He didn’t understand how he knew this man was a nobleman; he just knew there was a fear welling deep in his gut like the blood his arrow could draw. “Stand down, and no harm need befall this fair young lady.”