Place is an important part of this novel.
Since we are into this NaNo-planning thing, how about an excerpt?
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 finished reading the first draft of the novel I wrote in high school. Here’s the damage.
So I mentioned a couple days ago I would be documenting the process of re-reading, dissecting, scrapping, and (maybe) salvaging the novel I wrote in high school.