National Novel Writing Month is in full swing and I think I’m getting along well enough. The weekend was tough, what with travel and work and all those grown-up things, but I’m back in the saddle and up to 9,000 words so far. A little below expected for Day 6, but I expect to catch up quickly.
Nothing else to report, other than an unfortunate misstep this morning/last night where I randomly switched point of view from third person to first. Easy enough to fix, but a little disconcerting nonetheless.
Here is an excerpt from chapter five of Gryphon. Both Rheya and Frost are coming along nicely. Even better, I’m almost at the inciting incident–though it could be said the below is the beginning of the end.
“You are human, Frost. You can’t stay here forever. I certainly can’t stay here forever.”
She ran the fur over her head again. “Because I have to get back what’s mine. What he stole from me.”
“And I need your help, Frost.”
It was hard to tell what was going on behind those white-blue eyes, but his hands stiffened at his sides.
“I can’t help,” he said. “I am… I am…” He searched the cloud of words he didn’t know yet and for the first time, he was getting frustrated with all the things he was missing. “Rheya, I am… I am nothing.”
That wasn’t what she’d expected.
“Hands,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “Feet. Mouth.” He moved each one in turn. “Not claw. Not paw. Not beak. No help. No help to you.”
She blinked. So that was it. He had an inferiority complex, did he?
She could use that.