It’s mid-month–I can’t tell at all if I’m mid-novel–but I am mid-wordcount!  In fact, I passed 25,000 pretty early this evening, and am now almost 1,500 words ahead on the word goal.  I had a very strong Friday and Saturday, and have managed a bit extra the last two days too.

All of which adds up to a very good thing, because I may be having another “can’t write anything” Thursday.  I haven’t had a good writing Thursday yet this month, and I’m not hopeful for next week either (being Thanksgiving, you know).  It’s just something about the day.

Now I have to quote Douglas Adams: “It must be Thursday.  I could never get the hang of Thursdays.”

So I’m happy about my word count for now.  Although it made me even happier yesterday when I hit on a relationship quirk for my characters.  There must be an official name for the concept…but it’s some back and forth that two characters keep doing throughout the book, and that probably will be used to reveal their connection.  In Red’s Girl, Red always denies needing help whenever Tam helps him, but then thanks her; by the end, she says “you’re welcome” before he gets to the thank you part.  In The People the Fairies Forget, Anthony is forever shortening Catherine’s name to Cat over her objections, until finally an emotionally pivotal moment causes her to admit she likes it–which he always knew.  Relationship quirks.

And then yesterday Dastan suggested that he and Lyra do a daily trade of ways they’re different from their multitudes of siblings.  Not sure of every way I’m going to use this, but I think it’s going to help.

I did have a nice writing point here…oh yes, that the word count is good but having a sudden character or plot breakthrough is actually more satisfying than sheer number of words.  Which is intriguing though not really surprising.

I also think I’m slightly more incoherent tonight than usual.  Lyra wanted to tell a story, so I did a lot of flowery, Brothers Grimm-style writing, and I think now I’m having a reaction, manifesting itself as random chatter.

Don’t mind me.  Too much typing.  Let me find you an excerpt and then I’m off for the night…

I know, you can have the beginning of Lyra’s story, which will probably make it on here in its entirety for some Fiction Friday.  For now, an excerpt:

Once upon a time, there was a shopkeeper’s daughter who was very beautiful.  It was a sad fact that because she was beautiful, people’s automatic inclination was to do things for her.  That might not have been so bad in itself, but she had realized this tendency early on and loved to take advantage of it.

When her mother asked her to clean the house or to help with the laundry, she’d make endless excuses to get out of it, preferring to spend the time combing her hair or trying on different dresses.  When her mother did insist on her working, she was so slow about it that the good woman would eventually give up in exasperation and do the job herself.

When her father asked her to mind the shop, she would avoid helping customers if at all possible, and when she couldn’t avoid it she was as slow as you could imagine.  She asked the customers to pack up their own purchases and couldn’t be bothered even to do the counting to hand out change.  You may expect that service was slow and the customers ended up waiting around, whenever she was minding the shop.  The men, however, so enjoyed looking at her that they didn’t often complain.  Still, her father knew that he was losing business because not everyone was willing to wait—and he wasn’t winning customers to his shop from the women in town.

One day the prince of that country passed through the town and his party stopped at the shop to buy fresh supplies for their journey.  It happened to be a day when the girl was (in theory) helping in the shop.  The prince saw her, and was sure that he had never seen anyone so beautiful, which may have been true.  He had been reading too many stories, and become convinced that such a beautiful face could only indicate a kind nature, a worthy spirit, and a personality that would match his own—in other words, that her beauty proved she was his soul mate, which it didn’t at all.