I am pleased to say that I am now well clear of the half way mark on EVO Shift’s first draft. I am most definitely progressing slower on book two than I did on book one, but promoting book one and daily life is consuming most of my writing time of late. But, hey, progress is progress, right?
It’s my lowest word count in a few weeks, but I knew that this week would be a stretch. 4012 words is higher than I was expecting, so I’m happy. And to be able to say that I’m on the home straight to the finish line is motivating.
It’s the first of November and I want to wish all NaNoWriMo participants the best of luck. I can’t make the commitment this year, but I’m happy to be a cheerleader for all who are taking on the challenge. I hope you all hit your target and have fun in the process.
Excerpt from this week’s work in progress:
Plaster falls from the ceiling as feet thunder above us. The rumble of hundreds of mouths chattering, laughing, and generally having too good a time seeps through to us in cells. It’s sick considering they have come to witness a murder. Bo paces from one side of the cell to the other, chewing her nails down to the quick. I watch her from my spot on the floor.
“Stop eyeballing me and talk to me, distract me,” she says, wringing her hands together.