Being devious is very hard work. I’m not very good at it.
I started the next section in Mykal’s POV and trying to not only get into his head and figure out his voice (for one thing, he’s dra’gwar, and I thought he was something else entirely), I’m also trying to figure out exactly who the unnamed antagonist is and laying down hints everywhere that deliberately point to the wrong suspect(s). This is my BIG TWIST. It’s hard to lay down red herrings and misdirection when I’m really not sure how this will all play out.
That’s what first drafts are for! Figuring things out.
However, that means I didn’t get a lot of words this Dark & Early session. I also stopped advancing yesterday’s part 2 section. I had a feeling things were happening a little too easily. Easy and clean is never a good thing when writing big candybar scenes that a character has longed and ached to fulfill for YEARS.
I also managed to sort of run out of DVD.
What does that mean, you ask? Well, funny, I was just telling May about the long years of daydreaming I’d done for this story, playing it out in my head like a DVD. There’s a bunch of things I knew from the very old version I tried in 2004, but I got a lot of things wrong. (Like who Mykal really is) Some of the big scenes from that old version are flavoring the story now, but in unexpected ways, which shifts the DVD off its track just a little. Enough little shifts, and all the sudden, this story is nothing like what I expected.
That’s where I am now. The dreaded middle, and my DVD is actually a little corrupted. There are some big black holes it skips, and I’m going to have to find a way to fill in with new dreams. The way in which Dharman finally gets his heart’s desire was happening much too easily. The same thing happened with Gregar in book 2. Too easy. Not real. Not him.
Back to the drawing board. e.g. I’ll be pulling out the notebook later today and brainstorming.
NaNo total: 37,053
Snippet: nothing good enough yet from today’s section.
I’ll cheat and share something from last night’s–as long as you understand this section may be entirely axed and rewritten.
Dharman flung himself out of the Dream so hard he slid off the edge of the bed and slammed his skull onto the stone floor.
Sal yelled, “ALARM!”
Steel pricked Dharman’s flesh in at least five key spots, along with hard knees to pin him to the floor. Panting, he didn’t move. “Is she awake?”
“Yes, I am,” she answered, her voice muffled. “Get off me, Sal. I want to see what’s wrong. Dharman? Are you alright?”
Her voice rose with concern, which shouldn’t have made him feel so good. The knees and rahkes left him, but even with his eyes closed, he knew the other Blood hovered close, ready to eliminate him if he proved Shadowed in any way. He’d taught them well. “I’m fine, na’lanna Qwen. Just give me a moment to catch my breath.”
“Let me up.” Sal must have complied, for her palm settled on Dharman’s cheek. “What happened?”
“I have a confession to make.” He opened his eyes but didn’t try to get up yet. Once she found out he’d been spying on her sleep, she might put him back on the floor. “I’ve been guarding your Dreams.”
She didn’t say anything, but he could see the thoughts whirling in her mind. He knew the moment she made the connection, remembering what she’d done just a few moments ago. Her cheeks flushed and then drained of all color. “I ate you.”
Squatting down beside her, Sal laughed, cutting it off to a choked clearing of his throat at the look she shot him.