Year: 2008

The creeping crud has attacked.  I only got a little over 100 words this morning before starting work, and every single one was like pulling teeth.  Worse, my energy levels dropped in a death spiral through the afternoon.  I wasn’t even tempted by the Bright Shiny.

Really all I want to do is curl up with a good book, but other than contest reading, I’ve sworn not to read any fiction for pleasure until Return is done.  (Contest reading I still have 2 more to go.)

All is not lost.  I pushed to get at least notes down for how these next scenes play out.  A few things clarified in my mind.  I’m technically off from the Evil Day Job until 12/26, but will likely be checking in quite frequently at least through Monday.  Hopefully I can get caught up on my rest, drink a lot of OJ, and grind through the rest of this book before Christmas.

Today:  459

NaNo Total:  94,124

Snippet:  Everything I wrote was crap today, but that’s okay.  It’s progress toward “the end.”  To prove that I leave [notes to myself] this is the “fight scene” I wrote today that will need to be entirely rewritten. 

As she watched, the two fighters reminded her more and more of dragons.  The wicked curved blade was a claw, perfect for eviscerating the dragon’s prey or slicing open its throat.  The shorter blade was a tooth, perfect for puncturing a vein and spraying blood, or slipping beneath armor to sever a joint or spine.

[there’s telling here but I’m not inspired to write a fight scene right now.  Watch Mummy 3 for inspiration.  Showcase Mykal’s skill.  They don’t fight for blood like the Sha’Kae al’Dan do — they fight to kill.  So lots of graceful flow, strike, but then a hesitation, drawing back of a blade that would have beheaded the opponent.]

Breathing only slightly more rapidly than usual, Mykal crossed his arms over his chest, weapons held aloft, and bowed to her.

 

Not as much progress as I hoped today.  I admit, the new shiny pretty has arrived, begging and singing sweetly of all the wondrous story to be discovered, if only I will abandon the hard drudgery of the current story that doesn’t want to end.

And oh, what a shiny, pretty story this new idea will be. 

I did spend some time this evening browsing Deviant Art for inspiration and found the menfolk of the story.  The ladies are proving a bit more challenging, which is typical for me.  (I never did fully settle on an image for the heroine in Given in Fire, either.)  To give you a sampling, I’m thinking this and this would be nice.

I could flap about this new idea for hundreds of words if you got me started.  It’s actually TWO ideas I’ve had for a while that suddenly morphed and melded into something else.  If I told you the premise, either you’d think oooooh, cool, or you’d scratch your head, because it’s a very strange combination to say the least, but it’s giving me that feeling, the one that says GO FORTH AND WRITE THIS ASAP because it’s big and meaty and strange.  I don’t think I’ve seen anything even close to this.  *knocks on wood*  *so I said about my Mayan story in 2005*

Speaking of which, I must finish the second serious pass on the Mayan story before I write the new shiny.  That’s my project for January, while I plot and worldbuild the new one.  It needs a lot of worldbuilding, which is one of my favorite things to do.

Now, back to NaNo and the Big Book That Wouldn’t End.  I finished the phase 2 nagging with serious change ahead.  But then Sal stuck his pesky self into my plans and demanded a little attention.  I always thought Dharman would struggle the most with Mykal, but (as usual), I was wrong.

Today: 789

NaNo: 91,493

Snippet:

Sal smiled at her Keldari so hard his face must hurt and his fingers stroked the rahke on his hip.  Irritated, she shoved into him, using her whole body to push his back against the stone wall.  Before he could react, she unsheathed his rahke and pressed the tip to his throat.

“Na’lanna Qwen…”

“Enough, Sal.  Do you need me to remind you how much I love you?  How much I need you in particular?”  She twisted her wrist, deliberately breaking his skin, and leaned in to brush her lips against his.  “What do you give me that no one else does?”

“I need you to hurt me.”  His eyes darkened, his breathing quickened, and he nodded rapidly.  “Please remind me, na’lanna.”

She sheathed the rahke back on his hip and settled her hands on his waist.  “What do you need me to do, Sal?”

He tried not to show his anticipation, but a rather smug little smile curved his lips.  Tossing his head in that flirtatious way that sent his heavy blood auburn hair tumbling about her, he replied, “I need you to bite me.”

“How hard?”

“As hard as you wish.”

Of course, it wouldn’t be any fun if she didn’t give him exactly what he wanted — only not quite what he expected.   

Slow going for many reasons, but I refused to go to bed tonight until I finished this scene.  I expected “phase 2 nagging” but I didn’t get there yet.  This is that fun scene where the afterglow has faded and everybody sits back and says, “Oh, crap, what have I done?”

At least Shannari did.  *giggles*  I believe strongly that a good sex scene typically makes things WORSE for the characters.

Combined yesterday and today total:  1,862

NaNo Total:  88,244

Snippet:  Tons of spoilers inherent in this section, so I can’t share much. 

The skin of her face flushed, tight as a drum, while her hands felt dipped in ice water.  Her scalp crawled, and her heart tried to explode out of her chest.  Dharman hissed beneath his breath and shifted closer so he could pin the dragon-clawed hand and hold her against his thigh at the same time.

:What is it?:  He demanded.  :Why are you so afraid?:

She couldn’t find the words, so she let him have the memory.

[huge revelation removed]

Face masked in murderous fury, Dharman whipped out his rahke and struck at the Keldari’s throat.

A complete and utter bust.

I got up late this morning, worked through lunch for the EDJ, and endured three monsters at basketball practice tonight.  I never even opened my file.

And I’m okay with that, because even walking the track in the upper level of the basketball court, I had Story on mind.  I worked through the next scene.  I wish I had time to write it tonight, but hopefully I’ll dream it and be even better prepared to write in the morning.

I did get some contest reading done tonight, so that’s good.  And exercise.

Phase 2 nagging will just have to continue tomorrow. 

*Staggers with weariness*

Phase 1 nagging complete.  Still have Phase 2 to go.  *dies*  *laughs*

I had a wonderful time chatting with Kait tonight.  Hopefully we can do that again soon.  I don’t sign on to IM very often because whoa, can I lose a lot of time chatting.  But it was worth it to talk shop for a while.   Then I needed to look up something from Survive My Fire re: Keldari ritual, and damn it all to the Three Hells if I didn’t read the whole thing again.  Ah, Jalan, the stone warrior, and Chanda the White, such a vicious dragon.

But I finally crawled back into Story with Shannari and Mykal to finish the deed.  It needs much work later, but the bones are down.  Moving on.

Today: 1,059

NaNo: 86,382

Snippet:  I think this is hilarious knowing exactly how Shannari got that old mark.  Talk about an arse competition. 

Mykal rolled so hard and fast the air slammed out of her.  Dazed, she instinctively tried to throw him off.  The White Dragon clawed inside her, furious that the Black had pinned her, but he wouldn’t be denied.  He trapped her flat on her stomach with a hand behind her head and the weight of his shoulders against her thighs.

“What a beauty,” he purred, rubbing his cheek against the old scar in her buttock.  “Who gave this to you?  Your young Red?”

“Nay,” Dharman replied, his voice soft but his tone ringing.  “If it were my mark, my rahke would be in your heart.”

“My Khul.”  Lady above, the Keldari was heavy and strong.  Her ribs ached.  “Get off me, Mykal.”

“Make me.”  He swiped his tongue over the scar and she twitched, struggling helplessly beneath him.  “Did you mark the horse king the same way?”

“Yes.”  Irritated, she tried to push him away with jealousy.  “As I did Gregar and Sal.”

He laughed and gripped her teasingly.  “Ah, you like a man’s backside.” 

“Only truly remarkable ones,” she threw back at him.

“Now, now, there’s no need to insult your First Red.  I’m sure he’s not pleased that you find him lacking.”

She tried to kick the bastard but she could get her heel back far enough.  “I never said such a thing!” 

“Then why doesn’t he wear your mark on his buttock?  Is he that unremarkable?  He looks big enough to impress you, but then again, looks are often deceiving.”

Fury darkened the Silver Lake inside her.  “Don’t try to make him jealous.  I love him without question.”

“I know, brightheart.”  The sudden despair and longing aching in his voice filled her eyes with tears.  “You can’t help but love him.”

When he sank his teeth hard into that muscle, her emotions crashed from sympathy back to rage.  Twisting in his grip, she swiped at his throat.  Blood welled in long, vicious stripes across his neck and shoulder. 

Her nails glistened, long and curved like dragon talons. 

“Dharman!”  She screamed.  “I killed him!”