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.
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.