The idea for today’s post comes from this cute link-up for writers I just stumbled on (in my continuous efforts to procrastinate from NaNoWriMo). It’s a survey about how our NaNo novels (or whatever we’re writing) are going. Are we typing our fingers raw, crying into our keyboards, or avoiding the computer entirely out of fear it knows what a failure are and talks about us behind our backs all the time with the printer?) Here are my answers!
1. Be honest: how is your writing going?
lol oh god. It’s going okay. Instead of writing a book from scratch, I’m trying to use NaNoWriMo to rewrite the first book of my series. (I know that’s ~against the rules~ but I have to finish this project.) However, there’s a reason NaNoWriMo isn’t for revision. It’s a slow-going process, full of mental hiccups, mental breakdowns, and complete collapses of self-esteem — an uphill slog made no easier by the recent release of Dragon Age: Inquisition.
For real. I thought today was Wednesday because I completely lost Wednesday to a video game.
2. What’s your first sentence/paragraph?
Here’s my tentative opening:
It started with a tremble. A pinch to the walls and to reality. The dresser, sitting opposite Charley’s bed, sensed this sudden disturbance in the air. It wobbled. It moved.
Charley barely heard it, that screech of wood dragging across the floor. He rolled over in bed, pressed his nose into his pillow, and did not notice the dresser move forward a solid inch, as though pushed by an invisible hand. A picture frame teetered and tipped over. Distantly, Charley heard the glass hit the floor and crack.
And then the dresser, the solid oak chest of drawers which took Charley and his good friend Simon almost an hour to lug up the staircase into Charley’s apartment, weighing as it did roughly the equivalent of a small elephant, pitched forward and slammed into the ground. The resulting boom was enough to sit Charley straight up, his heart pounding in his ears. It was enough to make his bed and nightstand shake with reverberation. It was enough to clear the sleep from Charley’s head as abruptly as a leaf blower pressed to his ear, and it was enough to bring the Door into existence.
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