Day 23 of NaNoWriMo Wordcount 46,777/ NaBloPoMo (23 for 23)
So far, so good. The Blog a day is pretty much a rambling journal entry with excerpts from my WIP (work in progress aka my NaNo Novel). Piece of cake for someone used to journaling daily. I just have to remember not to err on the side of TMI. I can also schedule it to drop around 7pm when most of my followers might actually see and read it. Still have way more followers on my WordPress blog (265) which I post identically to my Blogspot blog (25). No clue, why. First of the year, I’ll probably upgrade WordPress.
Keeping up my momentum on the novel’s wordcount is not as easy, but I’m still ahead of schedule. I keep reminding myself to just write, just write, just write. I fell 1000 short of the 3500 words I wanted to do yesterday (Friday) and again today, but I have lots to do that does not involve writing and if I get back to 3500 on Sunday, I’ll cross the 50,000 word finish line even if I have not really finished the novel.
I have, as I think I mentioned earlier, written the last chapter however thin it appears right now. I saw it and had to get it down then and there and then go back to driving my plot and characters toward that endgame.
I should have run errands yesterday while the weather was mere wet, today is damned cold, and I’d rather stay in with my little heater whirring away, but gotta stock up for Thanksgiving, etc.
Excerpt from Murder is a Primary Color:
James was listening, grim-mouthed, and the ghostly apparition just sat and wept. A noise at the door alerted them all that they had another listener. James was up in a flash, out the door and down the stairs in hot pursuit of Kane.
Jade, close behind him, sent out her mind touch to follow Kane and reach out to him and find something that would make him traceable in case he escaped. Brie leaped to the window and the white lioness leaped to the ground and brought the big man down.
A deafening roar shook the trees and birds scattered before the ancient threat. The maid and cook ran from the kitchen to the back to see what was going on and were aghast. Mr. Kane lay face up in utter terror and upon his chest was the small white cat they had fed earlier.
James came up and Sabrina leapt aside to watch. Kane stared, first in confusion then anger overtook him. “Illusion, damned, illusion” and his eyes met the cats and there was a barrier to further examination. Then he raised his eyes as James cuffed him, and he saw Jade and his icy stare hardened more. “Witch! You don’t know who you’re dealing with. You just don’t know.”
Jade’s schooled stone face belied the chill of icy cats’ paws down her back. This was just a dance of fencers, a feint and parry and the battle as yet not joined. She knew it in her bones.