nanowrimo 2008: day 3
not too much today. i think it being a weekday had something to do with it. too bogged down with a regular routine to really feel inspired. plus, i started suffering from the “too far ahead” procrastination. 2k isn’t much as far as a lead goes, but it was enough to blow it off for most of the day. evening distractions like planning on who to vote for and watching SNL didn’t help.
most of the 1100 words today were spent back filling the previous chapters (although i did toss in a bit in the prologue and 3rd chapter). this is slower going, obviously, but it helps add in details that are important to the story. i set up a couple of current and past relationships so that when the time comes i don’t have to write something like “you know, my boyfriend that i’ve had for 5 years that i felt no need to mention for 7 chapters until he became a plot point.”
cuz that’s crappy writing, even for me :)
no excerpt today, though. too much of it is context-based to stand “alone.”
…oh, i take it back. i’m tired enough that i’ll give you a taste of the prologue bit i wrote today. it’s super-raw and is mostly just a note my brain told me to write down to cement an image before it got away. you can have it, though.
He heard the bag rip and felt the load lighten as the bulk of his bounty spilled into the alleyway. He kept running, knowing that his pursuer wouldn’t stop to pick up the stolen goods. The sounds of the metal clinking on the wet pavement were drowned out by his screams as he was caught and whatever had sliced open his bag started in on his flesh.
probably won’t get much done tomorrow, either, what with voting and hosting an election party. so i guess my 2k lead will diminish to about 800. that’ll be enough to put the fear of god back into me, though.
oh, and someone commented about how well i was setting up the ghost story. i feel like i should tell you that it’s not really a ghost story (right now, anyway). i’m mostly just using the ghosts as a gateway. the theory is that if i establish a world where ghosts are common place, the crazy stuff i expect the reader to go along with won’t be quite as far of a jump.
plus, the girl lives in an old hospital. how can it *not* be haunted?
(fun fact: driving by that complex gives me the creeps every time and is the initial inspiration for this story)
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