Well, I did it. I finally finished a NaNoWriMo! :D
I'm so excited, but I don't have time to stop and celebrate... this story isn't done. I have a feeling it's going to be a few more weeks of 2k/day writing to have the complete first draft.
By the time I finish the first draft of the sequel, the original novel should have set long enough for editing. :)
As busy as I've been with this work load and writing schedule, as well as regular summer festivities, and that pesky gardening, I hope you all forgive me for not commenting on your blogs as much as I would like! I am still reading on the go! And loving all your wonderful posts!
Wish me luck, you guys! And heres a rough clip from my current WIP, just for fun. :D
Melissa woke with a start. The clock on the night side table read 3:20am. He left arm found Jimmy's pillow empty, as it did every night for the last month, bringing her fully awake.
She wasn't sure what exactly had woke her, but found herself being cautious and very quite as she made her way down the stairs.
She couldn't shake that feeling of unease. The front door was locked, the dead bolt engaged. Brushing aside the curtain, she peered out the side window to see the patrol car still sitting across the street. As much is it irritated her that Evan was the one who ordered them there, it did make her feel a little bit better.
She had never lived alone before, and was starting to consider maybe she should get a pet. There was no telling how long Jimmy was gonna be in the institution, and she desperately needed another personality around the place. The loneliness was palpable.
When she walked into the kitchen she froze midstride gripping the counter next to her tightly, her eyes wide staring at the floor, but it wasn't what she saw that set her nerves on edge. It was what she smelled.
P.S. sorry about the formatting... I'm having all kinds of trouble getting Blogger to work right. :(