At the end of day 6, the word count is almost 46,000. Not bad for a Sunday.
I’m putting my fingers down, for now, they’re a little sore from all the typing. Chapter 15 is now set aside, and a clear path to 16 awaits. This will happen tomorrow morning, and I really want to keep going but know I have to give the mind a little rest.
For those interested, here is a little sneak peek at the chapter:
It’s still mid-day, and the horde of corpses making their way across the field is astounding. They must be only two or three hundred metres away. I glance at the ground, trying to find out what I’ve run over that would have knocked me so much. There is a mangled hand sticking out of the snow. It’s grasping at the air in a slow finger curling motion. I ran over a corpse.
With nothing left to discover, I hammer the gas and turn the sled toward home. I’m only a few metres away from a line of trees. If I get there, they will block me from the corpses. After that, there’s a hill that I can go down in order to have a clear shot at the house. Generally, I like to take a roundabout way home, but this time I think it is better to get there and hunker down for the rest of the day. Besides, my ankle is screaming at me.
I watch, counting off the metres as the trees come closer. Just a little more. The back end of the sled stops. I’m thrown into the windshield. It doesn’t break.
A hazy picture forms. Black dials. A buzzing. Pain in my mouth. Snow crunching. Red hits the black. A dot of blood.
I push away, vertigo spilling over me. There is something I should be doing. I grasp the handles. A sled. My thumb hits the ignition. Gears grind, then nothing. The buzzing is accompanied by a beeping. Both are receding into the distance. More snow crushes.
There is something nagging me in the back of my mind. I’ve forgotten something very important. It’s not Mindy, or the child she carries. Jill? No, not my concern anymore. Carl will take care of her.
Hope you enjoy the tension. Until tomorrow, happy NaNoing!