I’m happy to report that I’m in a really good position for my 25,000 word goal this NaNo – in fact, I passed it on Sunday. I had a really good writing day Sunday, with over 2,000 words, and that took me across the 25,000. My new goal is to hit 35,000 by the end of the month, and I currently have a small cushion for that. So that’s feeling good as we enter the last week of NaNoWriMo.
The story is going well too – I’m currently up to the night of September 3, 1939, several hours after war was declared. Maggie stays late at the Opera working on a costume, and encounters Paul, who is photographing the building while it’s empty. He convinces her to give him a guided tour, so some 25,000 words in we finally go exploring the parts of the Opera that the last series centered on, like the Grand Stair, the Grand Foyer, and the auditorium. I got to bring in my favorite random trivia (not all the gold in the Grand Foyer is real!) and another reference to the Phantom when Paul asks about Box Five.
Today’s excerpt is from just as they’re about to end the tour, and encounter a twist that sends us into the next chapter…
When we reached the front doors, we encountered a new wrinkle in this day – or night, rather. The doors were locked.
“I suppose they would lock the building so no one could get in,” Paul said slowly. “I didn’t expect that a person couldn’t get out though. There must be other doors – maybe something around the side…”
“They’re probably all locked,” I heard myself say. “We probably can’t get out until they come to unlock in the morning.”
September, 1939: Paris, France
Of course I could have got out. Just like you can’t keep a Rouen out of the Opera Garnier, you can’t trap one of us inside of it either. The police had tried to do that to my grandfather decades ago, and it never worked then. I knew how to unlock almost any major door in the building, and I knew a variety of secret exits too. I could have got a side door unlocked without Paul even realizing there was anything strange going on, so I didn’t have to worry about giving away too many secrets.
But in a sudden moment of possible madness, it occurred to me that I just might prefer to be locked into the Opera Garnier tonight. With the right company.