Well, we are getting close to the end of November and the finishing line of National Novel Writing Month. I’m not having as much success with it this year as I like. I haven’t even written a fourth of what I did last year. For those who keep track of word counts I’m sitting at 12k and some loose change, which is falling short of even my conservative goal, but I take from this experience that I am writing when I can, squeezing Sentences or paragraphs at odd times, hashing out dialogue that comes to me between baby changing and feedings.
The novel I’m writing on is called “Perhaps, Mina” and I would classify it as a horror, thriller, modern drama, paranormal romance, somewhere between all that. I’m. Im not sure what to make of it or how I’m going to get from point a to point b and eventually a really big climax, but hey I’m trying. Writing from a different point of view than I’m accustomed has slowed me down a little bit too, but I do like all the possibilities and being able to follow multiple characters instead of locking myself down to just one (the first person narrator I usually delve in.)
Here’s an example of the writing style this time around, and this is in fact the most recent paragraph I’ve written. Hope you enjoy 🙂
Normally, he wouldn’t have taken such notice of her, drawing in her every detail, or even remembering the color of her eyes, the shape of her lips, all those attributes that most men savor long after the girl has left their vision. To Vlad, she should have been just the same as every other female he encountered. A vessel of flesh containing nothing but blood. She should have been a decanter filled to the brim with sustenance without savor. But she wasn’t. He didn’t know what she was. She was human no doubt. He could hear her heartbeat drumming in his ears. Smell the scent of her perfume unsuccessfully masking the lure of her blood. And Vlad no doubt was a vampire. He was strength and power and master of the room. But at first sight, and minutes later in her presence, he was weakness, powerless, and captured by a thousand chains. For this, he hated her and turned away from her approach. Even seeing her gliding softly across the floor on what he noticed as bare feet, made him want to strangle the life out of her before she could say a word, for he knew to hear her speak would be enough to make him walk straight into a sunrise.