For the second consecutive year, I’ve decided to take part in National Novel Writing Month and attempt to write a 50,000 word in 30 days. That’s approximately 150 pages or 6 pages a day.
Since I’m at the halfway mark, I thought I would share my progress so far. At this point, I’ve written 17,807 words. That is 7,193 words less than the 25,000 that would indicate that I’m on pace to finish on time. Currently, I’m on pace to finish on December 13.
My novel this year falls into the (sub) genre of Urban FantasyÂ and is written in the first person. I’ve been writing this without much of a plan so I have no idea how it will end or even what will happen next. I’ve found this approach to be very satisfying, which is odd, because I’m typically a planner.
I also thought I would share a short excerpt with you. Â Be warned, I haven’t edited it whatsoever. There may be typos, grammar mistakes, or it might just suck (likely). Enjoy (if you can)…
It was the first word that went through my mind as I woke up Monday morning. It knew it was Monday morning because I was immediately confused by the noise coming from the black box with red numbers on it. Eventually I registered that this godawful piece of machinery was my alarm clock and it was going off because I had to get up and go to work. As a result, my day began in vulgarity.
Similarly, that is exactly how my Sunday night concluded. I dislike Sundays purely on the principle that Sunday is followed by Monday, which is my least favorite day of the week. All Sunday, I will dread the coming of Monday. It doesn’t help that I also never do anything fun I Sunday. I suppose I could, but instead I partake in laundry and grocery shopping and other mind-numbing activities that leave me with plenty of time to think about how lame Sundays are and how even more horrible Mondays are, which then in turn makes Sundays all the worse.
On this particular Sunday night, I sat down in front of my computer and surfed the web pathetically hoping to find something interesting posted on my favorite web sites, but, as it turns out, even the geeks that write science fiction blogs aren’t so lame as to publish a new article on a Sunday. After 5 minutes I had completed the rounds to my utter disappointment, which is what lead me into the no man’s land that I swore to myself that I would never enter.
I was, as you have probably already noticed, a hopelessly depressed loser. But despite my undesirable emotional and social status, I did still retain some shred of pride. This bit of pride, this dollop of ego, this sliver of self esteem had kept me from doing the thing that I dreaded most for the last five bitter and lonely years. However, on that Sunday night, my pride was finally overcome by a boredom and loneliness that had been growing more powerful for years, and I broke down and did the unthinkable.
I joined a dating web site.
The novel is meant to be lighthearted and fun with a certain amount of dry humor, so hopefully it comes across that way. Feel free to leave your comments. I hope you liked what you’ve read so far!