Nearly three weeks into NaNoWriMo already! I just passed the 32,000 word mark, which puts me right on track for the 50,000 word goal. Things haven’t been progressing as quickly as they did in the first week, but I expected that – I built up a significant cushion the first weekend because I expected a number of days when I wouldn’t have as much time to write. So far that’s kept me above the goal all month, though I’ve almost been through the cushion.
The story is still progressing nicely along the outline. I just finished the section plotting for the takeover of the capital city, and have just reached the night when everything comes together – which sounds like it would be near the end but it’s actually most of the second half of the outline.
For a rarity, I think I may end up with a complete first draft that really is close to 50,000 words. Most of my NaNo projects have ended up as partial drafts that I then continue through December or January. I think this one may actually get to the end or close to it – but I can already see places where I want to add chapters and expand concepts when I come to the revision stage. That seems to be how this series works – my first “complete” draft of Thorns 1 was only 27,000 words, and now it’s 103,000!
I’ve enjoyed continuing to explore the characters and pulling together the pieces of a conspiracy – though I’d like to dig deeper on both aspects in revisions. This first round is good for getting the shape of the thing together though.
I’m hoping to have more writing time next week with the Thanksgiving holiday, so hopefully I can stay well on track for the final goal.
Meanwhile, here’s an excerpt, as Elena discusses recent events with a questionable ally.
“Apparently some madman broke into the central guard post last night and set it on fire.”
She shook her head in a parody of sadness. “Such troubled times we live in.”
“The descriptions are vague, but it seems he was tall, bearded, brilliant with a sword. These things get exaggerated in the telling, of course, but…”
“Doesn’t sound like me, does it?” Elena said, tapping her own cheek.
He regarded her for a moment, then said quietly, “Your husband was good with a sword. Haven’t seen him in the practice yard in years, but he used to be.”