I finally surged past the target word count yesterday, as illustrated by the Screenshot of Pride shown above. NaNoWriMo (for those of you just joining us–this stands for National Novel Writing Month) is chugging along, and as we near the halfway mark, I’m keeping one eye focused squarely on the prize: a finished, 65,000-word first draft of my middle-grade novel, Gryphon. (This is also my excuse for the radio silence lately. Take it or leave it.)
I have to say, though, that I couldn’t have made it this far without one thing:
Oh, man. The ABC drama Once Upon A Time has totally and completely captured my heart (or was it Prince Charming/David Nolan/Josh Dallas? UGH WHO KNOWS.) And is that any surprise, since it comes from some of the same people who were involved with Lost? I think not.
Writers seem to have mixed reactions to the concept of multi-tasking–but when I’ve reached a roadblock, or when I’m simply tired of banging the keyboard all day and want to sit back and think for a while, it helps me to dive into some escapism. I wrote at least 2k last night while Prince Charming romanced Snow White in the background. There are fake tears and angst and evil queens–what more could you ask for?
Oh my god look at that face.
As promised, here is a brief blurb from Gryphon as we near the halfway mark. ONWARD, MY FRIENDS.
“We don’t have to worry about you getting recognized,” she said, thumbing through his hair thoughtfully. “But me—clearly they recognized me. So I need you to do something, Frost.”
He swallowed. Rheya handed him a dagger, wound up her hair into a fist over her head, and turned her back to him.
“Cut it off.”
“All of it?” he asked.
“All of it.”
Slowly he took the hair from her and pulled it tight, tight enough he could start sawing at it with the dagger. Huge chunks of black hair began to separate from her head, and something felt so wrong, so sad, about removing those shining, curling locks. They were a part of her, and when he was finished, he couldn’t help thinking she looked naked without them.
Tune in next time for more mischief! And Rumplestiltskin.