Today, November 15, is the halfway point of NaNoWriMo. When the month began, I was planning to do a weekly recap of NaNo here on my blog every Saturday... but that didn't happen. Here are my stats for the first half of NaNo and some snippets as well.
My Current Stats:
Word Count At The Beginning of This Month: 0 (except for random snippets jotted down to remind me how the story was supposed to go when I sat down to write it.)
Total Word Count As Of Now: 34,259
Final Word Count Goal: 50,000
Daily Word Count Goal: 2,000
Average Daily Word Count: 2,283
Words Remaining: 15,741
A few snippets:
“I am not going to be nasty or fight or argue, I swear it, Yolina. I, please, I just need to tell you something. Please,” he threw his whole heart into his eyes.
She was going to say no. He could see it in those brown eyes. Saw her open her mouth to tell him no... held his breath for the rejection he could see on her face.
“Darn right it wouldn’t have! The pig! Wait until I get my hands on him! I’ll make him sorry he ever saw you!”
She reached out and grabbed his arm, “Doran, you can’t. I handled it. Let it go. You’ll only stir up more trouble by pitching into him now. Besides, I can fight my own battles.”
“But you shouldn’t have to fight them on your own, even though you are capable of it,” he insisted, his whole face full of compassion. “We’re friends, we’re supposed to fight side by side, not separately.”
“Sometimes we have to fight separately.”
She shook her head, “Not true, Ran. We might not have come to this point so soon, but it would have come. We can no more stop the growing up process than we can sprout wings.”
“Actually, I’ve heard tell of experiments that would let us do that,” he said seriously.
She glared at him.
She looked at him in disbelief. “If you say so. I have good news,” she slid the paper the waiter had given her out of her pocket and waved it triumphantly in the air.
He stared at her. “A strange Frenchman asks you to call him and you say it is good news?!”
She blinked at the vehemence in his reply, “You call your brother a strange Frenchman?”
Yolina took a sip of her drink... and almost spit it back out. She set her glass down hard. “Tiz, why the- blazes- do I have water?!” she demanded.
“The heck!” Doran stared at his glass. “Is that what’s in this?” He took an exploratory sip and glared hard at his elder brother, matching the ferocity of the glare Yolina had fixed Tiziano with.
‘You didn’t really think I was going to give you something alcoholic, did you?” Tiziano raised his eyebrows is tolerant amusement.
“We’re twenty years old!” Doran protested.
“So?” Tiziano turned sideways to him.
“The least you could have done was get us sodas!” Yolina fumed.
“Bad for your health,” Julien smiled maddeningly.
“It can’t be any worse for our health than whatever you two are drinking!” Yolina argued.
“Well, you’ve known him for a long time so I thought, even though you don’t like him, maybe you would know how other girls have gone about getting his attention.”
The opportunity was too good to pass up. Yolina pretended to think for a moment and then said, “The fastest way to his heart is through his ribcage. The bigger the gun, the bigger the hole,” she replied meekly, but her eyes gleamed wickedly.
She was there but she was down. Doran saw the blood on the snow before Liu did and he dropped down beside her, hands moving to check her over. He saw blood trickling into the snow. Naked fear leaped into his eyes.
No. This can’t be happening.
How is NaNo going for all of you?
Miss Melody Muffin