Let me just say that I’m really, really psyched about NaNoWriMo this year. It’s ten days in (1/3 of the way), and so far everything is going brilliantly.
Despite a slow start (as of Day 2 I was only at 338 words), I’m now slightly ahead of schedule, with nearly 18,500 words (I’m hoping to get to 19,000 by the end of tonight). I love my story. Not just a little bit, like A LOT.
I finally went with a steampunk love story. It’s a rewrite of my third novel, though the only thing that’s been kept the same is the main love interest (mostly) and my main character’s name. I’ve also got plans for at least one sequel, and I’m hoping I’ll be able to turn this into a series.
Here’s an excerpt. Please remember that this is a first draft, written a break-neck speed, so don’t hold it against me that it’s not perfect!
He wasn’t lying when he said the bunk was small. Isabelle didn’t take her sweater or other clothes off, simply climbed into the top bunk where it would be warmer, and covered up with the heavy wool blanket she found there. She was glad the door there had a lock on it, though she assumed Stig had a key, but at least it made her feel a bit safer. It meant she only had to worry about one person, rather than dozens or hundreds like she would have in the city streets.
The wind howled outside and she wondered if the whole hangar was going to come down on top of them. No sense worrying about it, all she could do was hope the airship would hold up if it did.
She yawned but didn’t feel tired enough to sleep yet. Her belly was full, something it hadn’t been in weeks, and she wondered if it would make her sick. Rich food like that wasn’t the best thing to put on an empty stomach. On more than one occasion she’d seen other street kids eat something rich from a dumpster or stolen from a restaurant just to puke it all up ten minutes later.
Rustling noises came from the room on the other side of her locked door, and a minute later she saw the sliver of light shining under the door go out. It took every bit of will she had to relax enough to close her eyes, but soon she was on the verge of drifting off. It was a dreamless sleep that night, and when she woke up there was light filtering under the door again, but this time it had the cool grayness of daylight.
Again, it’s just a short excerpt, but it gives a taste of what I’ve been working on.