I’m happy with my progress.
That’s 66,000 words of pure, unedited garbage.
Remember my list? Let’s check it twice.
Place is an important part of this novel.
Since we are into this NaNo-planning thing, how about an excerpt?
The month is young!
I’m going to finish this novel, and I’m going to be proud of myself for doing it.
He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago.
I’m adding to my pile of good things.
Here’s a short excerpt from the first scene of the revised version of my WIP.