The heart was dark that stood before him. Shredded and tattered, torn beyond all recognition.
Number 9 had no idea of the bonds it had escaped to be here, or of the lives it had sacrificed and left behind.
Four countries and countless chance encounters later, it was Talia, and he saw it had never forgotten that day in the snow - when its spine had been ripped from it so savagely. Only fate and true vengeance could have drawn it here. Now death could finally end the cycle - but at what cost? With Talia gone 9 could be 10 and gone forever.
That ^ is a paragraph I wrote about 3/4 years ago, and what I intend to use as my basis for NaNoWriMo 2011. I don't have a clear cut plan. All I know is my characters and how their story ends. If all I write is a 50,000 word ending I'll be happy as pie. If I just make it to week 2, I'll be even happier!
I want to be really committed to this. I want to come out of November thinking "yes, I've actually achieved something I'm proud of". It's nice to have that feeling, but I'm also aware it could go the other way. I could resent the fact I have a word limit and a deadline. I might let the self-doubt I'm so prone win, and quit. I might begin to wonder why I'm spending so much time on something that will come to nothing. (< see there's that doubt already!)
So this weekend, I'm not touching a book. I'm not writing a single blog post. I'm not even going to update twitter. I'm going to do mindless things girls do when they don't have self-imposed challenges. I'm going to have "one last hurrah" before November hits coz that's when I'm going to hit this thing head first, and by bookishness am I going to see it through to it's bitter end.
If Im quiet over the next few weeks - NaNoWriMo is the reason why. I'll try and keep you updated but I have a couple guest posters lined up incase I can't ;)
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NaNoWriMo - The idea
Emma is a designer living in Bristol, UK. A self-confessed stationery addict, book lover and TV sci-fi geek, she enjoys sketching zombie-eyed women and finding her next source of inspiration in the pages on the bookshelf.