And DAY 2 has arrived. It’s 3pm and I’m currently sitting on 2,800 words all up and I’m just 500 words shy of today’s minimum word count. I finished out yesterday with 2,001.
The story has a working title. It’s Gilded Roses. It will likely change before November is through.
Other things I know so far…
Riordan has a sister. Nameless at the moment. So if anyone wants to throw Irish names my way that could suit a raven haired girl by all means place them in the comments.
Saoirse is a bit of a mystery still. I mean I know what’s going to happen in the next few thousand words but beyond that nope. Drawing a complete blank.
Here’s hoping i can make this story go the distance. I haven’t written a novel from scratch in so long when it comes to NaNoWriMo and I’m feeling the pressure a little.
I haven’t yet managed to turn of my inner editor and as such the beginning has changed. For the better, I think.
So, here goes… this is the opening to this years novel.
I awoke slowly, drowsy and disoriented. The last thing I remembered was packing my suitcases.
My parents were dead. The reality hit me again, like a punch to the stomach and I sucked in a breath to keep from crying.
But after that there was nothing. I tried to fight the fog but it was impenetrable.
Had I been drugged?
Looking around, it was clear I was on a plane. Possibly thousands of feet up in the air, but as to who had put me here, or where I was headed. That was a mystery.
I wracked my brain, but only pieces of information came back to me. My parents’ death. Their funeral. And then being given two hours to pack my most prized possessions into a few suitcases. My entire life summed up in a few bags.
Tragic.
I’m not sure how I did it, but I did, because I was here now. Seated on this plane, albeit slightly sleepy and horribly confused, but here nonetheless. It wasn’t a commercial airline I was travelling on, because I was the only passenger and the aircraft itself was small. Maybe a dozen seats all told. Somebody had gone to great lengths to get me away from my home. The question I asked myself was why?
In my pocket I found my cellphone. Turning it on I spied one new text message, sent from a number unknown to me. It read:
Don’t scream. You’re safe. Friends will meet you at the end of your journey.
