Hate is probably too strong a word, so dislike is close enough. I am not enjoying NaNoWriMo this time around. Mostly because my word count is in shreds, I'm too distracted with editing my near-complete WIP, life outside writing, work, and the upcoming Harry Potter movie...
Excuses, excuses.
I know. Believe me, I know. BUT at least what I have written of How NOT to be a Princess is somewhat readable:
***
The day I was supposed to marry a prince, a dragon landed on my balcony.
“Are you lost?” I asked.
The dragon blinked and peered at me through its green slitted eyes that were so much like a cat’s. A very large cat.
“Aren’t you going to scream?” His deep voice rumbled, but he sounded somehow disappointed.
“Oh.” I glanced at my chamber behind me. My doors hadn’t been flung open so the attendants must have actually listened to me for once when I demanded they all leave me in peace. “I can if you want, but I doubt anyone will hear me. ” I looked back up at the dragon and pressed my lips together. “Would you like me to scream?”
“No, I suppose not.” The dragon’s ears fell back against his head and he sat back on his hind legs. “I expected a princess to be at least a little scared though.”
“And I expected a dragon to be... bigger.”
***
Eh, it needs work, but at least I have a semblance of a story. Maybe.
Is anyone else struggle with NaNo this year?
Excuses, excuses.
I know. Believe me, I know. BUT at least what I have written of How NOT to be a Princess is somewhat readable:
***
The day I was supposed to marry a prince, a dragon landed on my balcony.
“Are you lost?” I asked.
The dragon blinked and peered at me through its green slitted eyes that were so much like a cat’s. A very large cat.
“Aren’t you going to scream?” His deep voice rumbled, but he sounded somehow disappointed.
“Oh.” I glanced at my chamber behind me. My doors hadn’t been flung open so the attendants must have actually listened to me for once when I demanded they all leave me in peace. “I can if you want, but I doubt anyone will hear me. ” I looked back up at the dragon and pressed my lips together. “Would you like me to scream?”
“No, I suppose not.” The dragon’s ears fell back against his head and he sat back on his hind legs. “I expected a princess to be at least a little scared though.”
“And I expected a dragon to be... bigger.”
***
Eh, it needs work, but at least I have a semblance of a story. Maybe.
Is anyone else struggle with NaNo this year?
Writer’s Block NZ
