My fingers are getting a little sore from all the typing today. This makes about 6,000 words so far today, putting me over 42,000 for day 6.
The NaNoWriMo goal is within reach, but something tells me I may need to go clear the gutters before the end of the month.
For now, I’m just happy that writing this book is easier than the last few, and that words are flowing well.
To keep those interested happy, here is a little bit of what went into this fast moving 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.
For those of my friends who are participating in the full NaNoWriMo, I hope the words flow out of your fingers like they seem to be from mine. And to those writing in the Mini-NaNo the WCYR is putting on, I can’t hardly wait to hear about your challenges and accomplishments next Sunday.
Until then, Happy NaNoing!