Friday, I had a pretty good tally in Victor going with 1,929 words. I planned to switch to Deathright in the evening and get a little more words, but it just didn’t happen. By the time the monsters got to bed, I was so tired that I went to bed too, and then slept almost 10 hours straight.
Yesterday, I knew we had family coming over for dinner: my Dad, my sister, and Uncle J (That Man’s youngest brother) and Aunt BB. I needed to get the kitchen presentable as well as start the crockpot of ham and beans that I’d promised, and then my Dad showed early, which is always a treat (but kept me from writing before company showed). We picked up the monsters’ old-time pictures I tweeted about a few weeks ago, grabbed lunch, and drove to two different places in order to find our dog’s food (long story). We pulled in our driveaway and Molly had been waiting for us long enough to pull out a book while sitting our front step.
We talked, drank coffee, watched the monsters try to kill each other, drank more coffee, etc. Dinner was simple but delicious. Before Sis headed out I was already yawning (despite the number of cups of coffee I’d had!), and so I wasn’t very productive last night. I did open my file and wrote a handful of sentences, but that was it.
So I got up early this morning before church and wrote a few hundred words. Not much, but enough to finish the scene I was in and get a little bit of a headstart before football sucks up the rest of the day. I need to jot notes for the upcoming scenes. For Victor, I know the “show” scenes, but I don’t know the off-the-show scenes very well, other than vague notes. I need to know the PURPOSE. What’s at stake, who’s doubting, who’s afraid, etc. The external plot is progressing nicely, but it’s the internal arc I need to watch.
NaNoWriMo total right now: 17,915 words.
Snippet: I have Victor open, so I’ll give just a small snippet from there that won’t mess up the Friday Snippet flow.
“The first trailers are running on VCONN tonight too.”
“Then it’s to be too late for your mole to leak the show’s details–we’re going to be baring it all ourselves.” She paused, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “You did call and warn your mom, right?”
Victor groaned. “I’ll call Mama right now. God help me.”
Egads. Mama Connagher is a fright in and of herself. Wouldn’t be surprised if you made her a dominatrix, Sis! *snickersnort*
So Geeb was waiting on the porch for all of what, two seconds? Just enough time to find her page? ^_^
Thank you so much for the autographed book Joely! It’s a fantastic addition to my growing collection of Burkhart memorabilia. You gals are my favorite celebrities. *hugs!*
Sis, well, they had to get it from somewhere, right? *snickers* This subject may actually come up once Mama steps onto page. Geez, I’ll have two characters that I have to write with my eyes closed….
You’re very welcome, Pesh! Enjoy!