NaNo who? I kicked NaNoWriMo's trash this month! 50,000 words in under thirty days. Pretty awesome, eh?
Above is a screen shot of my stats. It was a struggle in the beginning to get my minimum word count done. But you can see I was consistent with pumping the words out, regardless.
I know that NaNoWriMo might not be for everyone, but for my personality it worked. I loved the discipline and since I'm a visual person, seeing my stats each day helped motivate me to continue.
I thought it'd be fun to share with you the opening of my NaNo book. The story is currently entitled, WESTRIDGE, which is about an all boy rehab facility that has an uncanny success rate. The boys are coming out perfect. Too perfect.
When Allie, aka Al, learns that her brother's life is in jeopardy, she disguises herself as a boy to get enrolled into Westridge and save him. I could tell you more, but... I won't.
Here's the first bit:
Warmth spread over me, deadening my muscles and mind. I held onto the feeling, knowing it wouldn’t last long. The air around me was a gigantic cushion, tingling and caressing my skin as though it were lifting me from the couch. I felt languid, free, good.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Zach murmured next to me.
I snuggled closer, careful not to move too much so it didn’t ruin the effect of the drug. I closed my eyes and let the sensation carry me away… away from school, stress, and Lady Edna’s dirty basement.
I didn’t know why I’d fought against Zach for so long. This was wonderful, this feeling of utter freedom, this numb, warm place. Maybe Zach and I would take that next step tonight. After all, he had been patient. I opened my mouth to say so, but stopped, waiting; words would spoil this moment.
The coziness continued to stretch beneath my skin, wrap around my toes. I felt equal to everyone else on the planet. Nothing mattered. My lack of parents, money—and as cliché as it was—love. Even Jason, being the over protective older brother, couldn’t bring me down.
We’re all the family we need, you and I.
The thought of Jason’s words dampened the high. I shoved him from my mind, trying to focus on the moment, although it was hard knowing he was upstairs probably doing his homework being the perfect person that he was. He would kill me if he knew what I was doing down here with his best friend.
There went another bit of the high. I sighed and rolled away from Zach, placing my hands on top of my thighs. My legs barely registered the contact, just the slight impression of heat. I felt disconnected from my body, like my hands were a million miles away from my head. I rubbed the fabric of my jeans, slowly, because it was hard to move.
Just as I began to give into the feeling again, a crash sounded from upstairs. I jerked upright. My head spun.
“Did you hear that?”
Zach moaned and mumbled something incoherent. My heart pounded in my ears. Maybe I had imagined it. Hallucinating on this stuff was pretty common. I relaxed back into the couch.
Another crash came, followed by hurried footsteps. I sat upright again, straining for the source of sound. Shouts and a series of loud bangs echoed from upstairs. No way I imagined those.
“Zach, come on! Something’s happening!”
I shoved his shoulder, trying to get him to stand, but he swatted me away. I got to my feet, swayed, and managed a few steps before the world slipped out from under me. The thick, green carpet was soft under my cheek and for a moment I closed my eyes, relishing in the comfort.
“Al!” Jason called from upstairs. “Al!”
My eyes snapped open and my heart thundered in my chest. On my hands and knees, I hobbled over to the base of the stairs, feeling like I moved through emerald slush. I glanced up and saw a dozen masked men tearing through the living room, their outlines blurring around the edges.
Two of them carried Jason. My stomach went hollow.
“Al! Call someone! Help!” Jason yelled. He kicked out his legs and caught one of the men in the jaw. The man went tumbling. Two more seized Jason, holding him by all limbs. I watched from below, unable to move.
Jason’s panicked eyes caught mine before a black bag was thrown over his head. He cried, the sound muffled, and then he was out of sight. The front door slammed.
Silence ripped through my ears, meshing with the shock in my head. Then reality hit.
“Jason!” I yelled. “Jason!” My voice sounded far away, like the tail end of an echo. I grabbed onto the banister, my vision swimming in ripples. “Zach, please,” I said. “You have to do something!”
But Zach was in his own world, a goofy daze on his face.
I hope you enjoyed! I'm pretty stoked about this project and it's flowing really well. Thanks to NaNo, the first draft is out and now I get to do the fun part. Cleaning it up! (No sarcasm, I'm being serious!) I'd love to hear about the projects you're working on and if you find NaNo helpful.
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Red. Head. Out. :D