Today is the first day of National Novel Writing Month. I’m already at 2,200 words, a little ahead of the daily goal. I have to say, I’m pretty excited at the prospect of finishing two novels in a year, even if they’re only first drafts. I’m also really excited about my concept for this month. I bought lots of great research books on my mini-vacation to Oregon last weekend–I’ll do a bibliography post of those once I’ve read them, but they include books called Phantasmagoria, Just a Bite, and On Monsters, just to give you an idea.
Since I’ve got a bit written now and it is my current WIP, I figured it would be the perfect subject for the Look Challenge! I was tagged by Matt at Wanton Creation. Basically you take your WIP and do a search for the word “look,” then post the surrounding paragraphs on your blog. After that, you tag five other bloggers to do the same.
So here’s my snippet, fresh off the NaNoWriMo presses:
The vampire was hissing and spitting at her, flailing ineffectually. She straddled him and folded her arms over her chest, just watching his efforts to unseat her. But she was a thousand years older than him and her body was as stone. Caroline waited. When it became clear that the vampire was too overwhelmed by the scent of blood to realize his position, she slapped him. The slap broke his jaw and he fell still, blinking bewilderedly. He would feel no pain from it, but he would not be able to bite until it healed.
She rose and walked back over to the body of the boy. He was doubled over but still seated on the bench. Should she move him? She could make it look like an accident or a mugging or something. After considering it for a minute, she shrugged and started to walk away. At this age, she just couldn’t be bothered. She’d never been caught. Humans would find plenty of explanations for a death before they thought of the correct one, and since she’d slashed his throat rather than bit him there wouldn’t even be any conspiracy theorists. That was rather a shame. They were always funny. But this time, no one would know.
Well. He would know.
Natasha (Writer Reader Baker Bride)
I also wanted to share the song that has kind of become my novel’s theme song: