NaNo2012, day fourteen: still well behind, but enjoying it
Current Wordcount: 17,611
Last Line of Dialogue: "No," I said, suddenly angry. "It was terribly frightening being with you, you murdering freak. I'm not going anywhere with you."
Last Sentence: And then I remembered that ribbon of blood, rising upwards from the aristocrat's throat, and how wide his eyes had been as he'd fallen. My empty stomach decided that it wasn't hungry, after all.
Today I went into Basingstoke (aka Amazingstoke! ...No, not really) with Ben, and spent the afternoon in a pub with a bottle of perry and my laptop. And I made a new friend who was obsessed with how fast I type. Haha. I just wrote a load of bollocks, basically. The "last..." quotes above are lies, because the actual last lines were fairly poor and/or boring.
I'm really liking my MC. In the original modern day version, she had a backstory and all and a bit of an attitude, but I just didn't find her that interesting; but within two paragraphs of writing the full fantasy version, she suddenly developed all this history I'd never even suspected. As in, SHE told ME, I didn't tell her. That was pretty cool. So it's no longer the case that this is a story about Saxen, and she's just the voice who tells it to us: now this is HER story, with her own personal goals, and Saxen just happens to have (very rudely) got in the way.
Also Saxen is just getting more whimsical and nonsensical and sinister the more I write. It's great.
Last Line of Dialogue: "No," I said, suddenly angry. "It was terribly frightening being with you, you murdering freak. I'm not going anywhere with you."
Last Sentence: And then I remembered that ribbon of blood, rising upwards from the aristocrat's throat, and how wide his eyes had been as he'd fallen. My empty stomach decided that it wasn't hungry, after all.
Today I went into Basingstoke (aka Amazingstoke! ...No, not really) with Ben, and spent the afternoon in a pub with a bottle of perry and my laptop. And I made a new friend who was obsessed with how fast I type. Haha. I just wrote a load of bollocks, basically. The "last..." quotes above are lies, because the actual last lines were fairly poor and/or boring.
I'm really liking my MC. In the original modern day version, she had a backstory and all and a bit of an attitude, but I just didn't find her that interesting; but within two paragraphs of writing the full fantasy version, she suddenly developed all this history I'd never even suspected. As in, SHE told ME, I didn't tell her. That was pretty cool. So it's no longer the case that this is a story about Saxen, and she's just the voice who tells it to us: now this is HER story, with her own personal goals, and Saxen just happens to have (very rudely) got in the way.
Also Saxen is just getting more whimsical and nonsensical and sinister the more I write. It's great.