So, the third week of NaNoWriMo is over – and yes, I reached 50.000 words!
- 11/15: It was a slow day. I’m still sick, but I’m not sure if it’s still sinusitis. Anyway, I wrote 2210 words. NaNo wordcount: 35.368 written in the first two weeks + 2210 today, so 37.578 words.
- 11/16: Today I wrote a bit more, but still sick. 2.540 words only even with the opportunity to write in the morning since I’m not going to college because of my surgery. NaNo wordcount: 40.118 words.
- 11/17: Still sick & still not going to college. Managed to write 2.709 words. NaNo wordcount: 42.310 words.
- 11/18: Finally (or not) back to college, but surprisingly, I wrote 2.709 words. NaNo wordcount: 45.019.
- 11/19: Better day of the week. I wrote 3.062 words. NaNo wordcount: 48.081 words.
- 11/20: The great day! I wrote only 2.06o words, but I hit 50k and officialy won NaNoWriMo! NaNo wordcount: 50.141.
- 11/21: I’ll keep writing, of course, since my novel isn’t even close to finished. Today I wrote only 1.775 words. NaNo wordcount: 51.916.
So, yeep, I won my first NaNoWrimo (and celebrated by eating a lot at McDonald’s with my brother lol). This week I wrote 16.548 words and, like I said above, my novel isn’t close to its end. To be exact, I’m writing the midpoint right now, so it’ll probably be 90~100k words long, which is more than I thought it would be (and I still have to add stuff at the beginning, so ehhh, this will be though).
I’ll be writing less now that I hit 50k. Maybe 1.000 or 1.500 words per day. I’m tired (and still sick) and my exams start next week, so I won’t be able to focus only on my novel.
Anyway, this week’s excerpt:
The princess was silent for a moment. “If this person wanted to bring the seeds of these flowers and plants to Neora,” she said finally, eyes still on him. “And grow them here, would it be possible?”
“In Neora? No.” He bit his lip. “Not for us, anyway.” Seeing the look on the princess’s face, he added, quickly, “Magic, my princess. The weather of Neora is not adequate for growing these plants and flowers, but with magic someone could, theoretically, change the weather of a small place to accommodate them. But even then, the magic necessary for this would be too great.”
Princess Saoirse’s eye were wide with surprise. “You seem to know a lot about these things, Prince Lysander.”
He gave her his best smile, trying to ignore the alarmed hum of the angels in his mind and how his heart seemed to stop for a second. “I’m sure you probably have already heard about my… health problems, my lady. It gives me a lot of free time, and there is only so much you can do to keep boredom away when you can’t move much. That’s where the libraries come in.”
She nodded, still eyeing him with a mix of interest and suspicion, and then sighed. “Magic is out of the question, as you probably know, my prince.”
“That’s why I said it would not be possible for us, my lady.” Lysander smiled again. “Unless someone can somehow use magic to change the weather, it can’t be done. And, like I said, even if this person could, the magic necessary would kill them if they tried to do it in Neora. It’s too high, and too cold.”
“Let’s say this person can use magic,” the princess began slowly. “If they tried it here, would they probably die?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“But what about other cities? Lower cities?”
Lysander hesitated. “Maybe only in Nevrocata, my princess. It’s the lowest city of all, but even there it would be hard, I think.”
They went silent for some time. Lysander eyed the princess with curiosity, but she wasn’t looking in his direction; she stared at nothing, lost in thoughts. Why was she making these questions? Had someone used the elven poison recently? That would be almost impossible, as he had just said, and Lysander couldn’t think of anyone who could…
He straightened up. “My princess,” he said, unable to keep the shock from his voice. “Do you think the Iron Queen was murdered?”