Since I’m in the backstretch of Vicki, I just stuck with her today as long as the words were flowing.  It’s a MONSTER sex scene — the culmination of the entire book — so I wasn’t sure how well it would go today.  Sometimes the emotional scenes are the hardest to write.  I’m pleased to say that it’s going very well.  *knocks on wood*

I’m still tapping away sentence by sentence while we watch election results, but I’ll just count those tomorrow.  I’m so tired I doubt I’ll get much more done today.  Tomorrow, it’s back to the Evil Day Job.  I don’t have another day off until 11/8.

Tallies for the day:

Golden (short novella):  0 

Vicki:  5342

Phantom (target 30K, not started): 0

Miseryland (target 60K, not started): 0

Grand total for the day:  5,342

NaNoWriMo total:  10,911

Snippet:  This happens in the dark moment of the story (I told you I was close to the end!)  Elias has left and she hasn’t been able to get him on the phone.  When she hears that a cop was gunned down in the street, she calls his partner to make sure he’s okay.  Warning:  some language.  Vicki is pissed!

“Is Elias dead?”

“What?  No.  Why…”

“We heard the news.  A cop died on a drug bust, and he won’t answer the phone.  Colby, don’t lie to me.  I need to know if he’s okay.”

“Vicki, no, I wouldn’t lie to you.  Hold on.” 

She heard low voices and the static of the radio.  Was that Elias’s voice?  She couldn’t be sure.  It was too muffled.  That son of a bitch.  If he was sitting there, too afraid to get on the phone and deal with her himself… 

She yelled into the phone, “Is Elias dead?  Damn it, he’d better be dead if he won’t answer his phone.  He’d better be lying dead in the street with a crater blown in his skull to scare me like this.  I’ve been calling him all day and then hear that a cop is dead and he won’t answer his fucking phone?”

“Vicki, it’s me.  I’m fine.”

Elias.  She dropped her head against the fridge.  She would have slid to the floor if Jesse didn’t hold her up.  “You son of a bitch.  I thought you were dead.  I thought they killed you.”

“I’m sorry, babe.  I didn’t know the news had broken already or I would have answered.  I just didn’t think beyond…well…”

“You didn’t want to talk to me,” she replied in a flat, dead voice.  “Fine.  I get it.  You don’t have the balls to talk to me.  You don’t love me enough to work things out.  That’s okay.  I was wrong, I guess.  I was wrong about everything.” 

This year I wanted to make an event of NaNoWriMo.  I stayed up until midnight and then galloped full-speed ahead.  Originally, I had grand plans of staying up all night until I had to get the family up for school and work, but I guess I’m too old.  I used to pull all-nighters all the time in college, but this old body said enough around 1:30 a.m.

After everyone was off this morning, I did four more stints.  Right now, I’m concentrating on finishing Vicki and the short novella (both of which were in progress before NaNoWriMo).  I try to finish up a scene in one and then switch to the other project, which is giving my mind enough time to come up with what needs to happen next.  I’m actually fairly close to finishing the first draft of Vicki now!

*angels begin singing*

Now those are words I’ve been wanting to say for MONTHS.  Months, I say.  Sometimes writing is like that.  One project can be more difficult than another.  I’ve written 100K+ works in a matter of six weeks and loved every minute of it, while I’ve trudged for months just to finish 48K for Vicki. 

As long as I finish her soon, I don’t care how long it takes!

So after all my runs today, here are my totals.

Golden (short novella):  2503 

Vicki:  3066

Phantom (target 30K, not started): 0

Miseryland (target 60K, not started): 0

Grand total for the day:  5,569

I’m oddly reluctant to share much of what I’ve written today.  I think I’m still a bit stiff and rusty.  So just remember this is first NANO draft, which means entirely unpolished.

She licked and bit his neck and shoulder until he sagged against the wall and his breathing was a loud pant in the silence between them. The harder she bit him, the more he slipped and shivered against her. She went to her knees and gripped his ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading. His thighs trembled and he groaned at the feel of her breath against his skin. The hard, rounded muscle filled her hands and refused to yield to her teeth, giving her a nice mouthful to grip and torment.

“Vicki, please!”

She released him and leaned back to trace the indentation of her teeth with her fingers. “Maybe you want to roll over then.”

He did, immediately, which shocked the hell out of her despite everything she’d learned about him already. She’d never known a man who’d offer his private bits to a bite-hungry woman, even if she was on her knees. Elias would only let her have her way with him once they’d both burned off some of the fire.

Jesse pressed his back against the wall and widened his stance like he’d need to brace himself for whatever she’d do, but by God, he was going to take it. And enjoy it.

Even if it killed him.