NaNoWriMo 2015 Update: Week 2

I can’t believe November is already halfway over! Tomorrow I hit 37 weeks pregnant, so I’m really feeling the time crunch now, both with NaNo and my regular editing work, which is always busier in November and December. But it’s a week I didn’t give up on writing, so here is the Good, the Bad, and the Excerpt.

The Good

I still haven’t given up! To me, writing anything during NaNo will be a win this year, between being extremely pregnant, working a lot, and only having the part-est of part-time daycare situations for my almost-17-month-old.

The secondary characters and their story arcs are coming to life for me as well, and I feel like I’m getting the hang of writing conflict in a contemporary story, which was something I had been worried about since I haven’t written contemporary since the awful stuff I wrote in high school and college. I also devised a subplot that I wasn’t sure about at first, but I realized it would create so much conflict for my main character, Blanca, as well as remaining true to one of my original goals with this book, which is incorporating the songs I wrote in high school into the plot. (Unlike my stories, my songs, IMHO, didn’t suck.)

The Bad

There were two days in week 2 that I didn’t write. The first day I had my daughter home all day and by the evening I was both exhausted from taking care of her and having some major pregnancy-induced pain, so I couldn’t bring myself to write. I also didn’t write on Saturday, but that was because we had a very busy day (maternity pictures and a one-year-old’s birthday party) and I needed to get paid work done with the little free time I had.

Thanks to not writing, I only wrote just over 9,000 words in week 2, bringing my total as of Saturday to 20,249 when I should have been at 23,333. Thankfully, that gap should be easy to close.

I’m also not really connecting with Blanca’s voice. I don’t know if it’s because it’s too similar to mine, or because I want her to have a flowery, descriptive voice and that stuff usually comes in revision for me, or if I need to change it, but I’m not too worried yet. It’s frustrating, because Treyton’s voice in Small Things came easily for me, but the story is coming together easier this time around, so I guess it’s all give and take when you’re writing.

The Excerpt

A very rough draft with a ton of word repetition that will bother me to no end when I revise, but here is Blanca meeting up with her long-lost soul-mate for the first time in five years.

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Daniel wasn’t paying attention. I followed his gaze to the open barn door where the sunset was leaking in. Someone was in the doorway, silhouetted in the vibrant oranges and pinks of the sunset painted in harmless clouds. “Can I help you?” he called down.

“I was told Blanca was here.”

The railing at the top of the loft made me invisible, but I could still see down. And I knew that voice. It was different than I had expected, but phones had the habit of distorting a voice. Five years and puberty had the same effect.

I took a deep breath—as deep as I could, given the way my lungs were panicking—and stood up. I didn’t look down, but mentally reviewed the outfit I’d chosen. I didn’t want to wear something too revealing to Daniel’s house, because leading him on would be wrong. But I felt like I looked good enough. Ripped skinnies, ankle boots, form-fitting tank top. Just the right amount of makeup. It wasn’t what I would’ve wanted to be wearing, but it would do. “I’m here,” I said, then made my way to the loft staircase. I wasted no time on goodbyes to Elena and Daniel. I’d see them soon anyway.

He didn’t move from the doorway and moving closer didn’t do anything to reduce the shadow he was in the doorway. Instead he was painted in the negative, everything around him vibrant colors, painted, fluid, feminine lines. He stood angular and black and white against them.

Even once I was on steady ground, I resisted the temptation to run, and he didn’t move, either. Finally, a few feet away from him, I stopped. “You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here.”

His answer wasn’t verbal. Instead he pulled me into a hug. “You ready to get out of here? We have so much catching up to do.”

I held him as long as I thought I could get away with, my head against his shoulder, breathing in his familiar-yet-new smell. I pulled away until my hands gripped his elbows, then cocked my head and smiled. “That is the understatement of the century, Lucas de Vries.”

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“Where do you want to go?” he asked once we were outside the barn. He had his car, but I had walked over. The situation worked out perfectly and I climbed into the passenger seat.

“The tree house, of course. You can park on the side. The fence is as easy to climb as it’s always been.”

He grinned at me before starting the car, and his brown eyes filled with memories. I could watch them play out as easily as if they were yesterday… all the times we’d met up in our trailer park and hopped that fence together, pretending we were actually trespassing and the farmer had no idea. The fence was the same now as it was then, and I couldn’t wait to be there again with Luke instead of alone. It was the epitome of rustic, unsanded, unstained wood posts with just two horizontal bars in each of the sections. It was not a fence made for keeping people out.

The drive from Daniel and Elena’s house only took a matter of minutes. I kept waiting for things to be awkward between us, for me to look at Luke and suddenly realize who he was, or turn into a completely different version of myself the way Daniel sometimes did around me. But all I felt was giddiness and the sparks that filled the cab of his car.

“You’re back early. I wasn’t expecting you for a week!”

“We ended up closing the sale on our house in L.A. sooner than we were supposed to. The buyers were eager to get in, so we got out as soon as possible.”

He sounded so grown-up, so formal without being stifling, and it reminded me in all the best ways that we weren’t in seventh grade anymore.

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