Guess who's doing Camp Nano again this month? It's me! And hopefully I can do better this time than I did in March. I am working on the same novel I was for NanoWriMo last November. It needs a lot of work and I have made some setting and plot changes, as well as switched the POV again. My goal for the end of July is 30k, but we'll see how it goes. I also am taking another class this month so I don't know how much that will interfere as it will be a reading and writing heavy course.
Anyways, here's some of my writing from the past week or so.
from The Necromancer's Daughter (original novel/campnano project)...
Somewhere in the dark, between one world and the next, a demon dreams but does not sleep. Behind closed eyelids he plays a stream of nightmares, a collection of fear and sickly sweet despair. He opens his jaws with sharp teeth and bites into the terror and swallows it down. It sits in his stomach like a warm meal, fueling him for what is to come.
There is a woman he looks for. He knows her dark hair and keen eyes as he knows his own. And he knows what her power tastes like. She is blood and death and rage, and she has taken what does not belong to her. She has broken a contract and now she is to belong to him.
But she hides somewhere, in a different darkness than his own. She is clever that one, his future pet, but she is human at her core. And humans can only hide for so long.
from a Teen Wolf fanfic (wip)...
“Nice vest,” Lydia said, taking in the studded and patched denim she wore over her t-shirt. She’d done it herself, the studs pried carefully from an old belt and the patches made by a friend of hers back in New York.
“Nice boots,” she replied, not knowing if Lydia had actually complimented her or was making a jab at her fashion choice. The fact that Cora wasn’t sure which category her response fell into either was something she was going to ignore.
Lydia smirked, a small tilt of lips, as if to let Cora know she wasn’t affected and could play the game just as well as she could. It was a rare person who didn’t back down from her; it was almost admirable. Almost.