Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful that I get to spend lots of time this week with family and friends, I got to eat turkey and pumpkin pie, and I’ve still been finding time to keep up with NaNo.
As I told everyone who asked at Thanksgiving dinner, NaNo is going well, but oddly. As I thought might happen, I got stuck on the novel. Not in the way I feared though–I was afraid I’d run out of ideas. Instead, I have, in a way, too many ideas. As I mentioned, plot bunnies are multiplying and I don’t know yet how to fit them together, or how it’s all going to fit with the characters. I could push ahead, but I’m afraid I’ll end up in a corner or just heading down a wrong path and have to throw a lot out. It feels like the story needs to percolate a bit.
Obviously, NaNo is not designed for that kind of time. So I’m putting the novel aside for the moment, at 34,000 words so far this month, and working on a short story instead. I’m counting it all towards the total–because it is writing in November. It’s even set in the same world as the novel, but with different characters.
The short story focuses on the main characters of my other current novel project. It’s convenient writing a novel about a wandering adventurer–you can always do a short story about another adventure. And if I end up publishing the novel on Amazon, I’ll be able to use the story in various ways for promotion.
For the moment, here’s an excerpt. Jasper, Julie and Tom (a talking cat), who generally wander about having adventures, have decided to spend the night at an empty castle. It appears to be Sleeping Beauty’s tower, after Sleeping Beauty has awoken and left–there’s even a broken spinning wheel. Unfortunately, the curse isn’t quite as dormant as they might hope…
The first Jasper realized something was wrong was when he heard a sound like thousands of branches thrashing together in a high wind. The problem was that there was hardly any wind.
The sound was coming from the direction of the castle—and he would have guessed that as the source of any problem anyway. He started back that way, string of three birds slung over one shoulder. At first he was moving at a fast walk, but as the sound continued, he was quickly at a run.
He broke out of the trees into the clearing around the castle and came to a horrified halt.
“Didn’t I tell you not to touch any spindles?” he yelled, futilely. Continue reading “NaNoWriMo Day 23: Good But Odd”