My combined word count is sitting at 38,299 words, which is awesome. I’m nearing the end of the editing project and should have it completed by the end of next week. Which is exactly where I wanted to be.
For the YA fantasy novel, I’m a chapter behind. Sort of.
Which means that I deviated from the outline and am making up for it.
The second week of Nano is “make or break” time for me. The energy from the first week tapers off and it’s pure work instead of inspiration. If I don’t kick myself in the pants and get moving, the projects get left behind and I don’t get my cookie at the end of the month.
I hope anyone else participating this year managed to push forward. You got this!
As promised, below is a snippet of one of the projects. This one is from The Soul Between Us. A romance ghost story thing.
Cordon stiffened beside her, bending down to peer at the camcorder image. “What was that?”
“What?” She asked, blinking at the image too. “What was what?”
“Can you rewind it?” He asked, but his attention had switched to the doorway.
Tessa flipped through functions until she could play back the last two minutes. They both watched the screen, which had a view of the open doorway and several cots. At one minute and ten seconds, a form crossed in front of the doorway and every little hair Tessa had stood on end. Roughly 5’8” and with the general form of a person, it stepped from left to right, barely illuminated by the camcorder’s light.
She lowered the camera and glanced at Cordon, who released her waist and straightened.
“Who’s there?” He asked, shining his light at the door. “Marisol?”
“That was too tall to be Marisol, don’t you think?”
“Tyler?” Cordon tried again.
When there was no answer Tessa eyed the doorway, willing whoever it was to come back and present themselves. “It’s probably one of the others trying to freak us out,” she said.
“Yeah, or a transient.”
“You think a homeless person would want to come here?”
“Homeless is homeless, Tess. And there’s a storm coming on.”
“Awesome,” Tessa said. “Remind me to punch Marisol in the face.”
“Whoever it was seems to have moved off,” he said. “And I’m tired of being here already. Let’s head back.”
“God, yes,” she said, more relieved than she wanted to let on. She didn’t have to believe in ghosts to admit that seeing the video had been creepy, and now it felt like they were being watched or something. The spot between her shoulder blades tingled and gooseflesh kept racing up her arms and neck.
Shoving the camcorder into her jacket pocket, she walked behind Cordon, who led the way out of the room. He checked both ends of the hallway with his light, but as far as they could see no one was there. Which was good because Tessa might have hit whoever it was on sight, transient or not. Trying to relax, she fell into step with Cordon as they made their way out of the critical wing and back to the stairs.