I HAVE TRIUMPHED! NaNoWriMo 2015 has come to an end (well, okay, not just yet), and I am VICTORIOUS despite everything in the second half of the month going wrong.
As of this writing, I have squeaked past the 50,000 words of my NaNoWriMo Rebelling month at 50,915 words. And I quit writing in the middle of the scene because I needed a bit of a break. (I.e. I can actually make it to fitness if I hurry up and write this entry quickly.)
I’m surprised to find myself having stuck to working on a single project. Most of my NaNoWriMo rebelling centred around rekeying just about everything I’d previously written. I’d have loved to have gotten further along in the story by adding 50,000 words of new scenes, but I’m afraid I’ve only got to about 40K of novel rather than the 65K I would’ve had to have ended up with. (My maths, it may be faulty.) But! The story is moving along and actual plot is happening.
I may tear it out entirely. I’ve reached another point where something is bothering me and I want to fix it before I go on, so that I don’t toss out a bajillion pages of narrative as no longer applicable. But hey I think I’m slowly reaching the halfway point? Maybe? I don’t know? I’m reaching a point where the action picks up and things start happening, anyway. Again, something about it is bothering me and it’s all too new for me to have figured out what. I think it’s just tone and execution, possibly build-up, more than “ZOMG! Wrong direction entirely!” so that’s good.
Here, have the final scene of NaNoWriMo scene-sharing. I may or may not keep it up in December.
I would be lying if I said that I did not remember much of the trip back to the castle. As a child, they felt like my final moments of freedom before returning to my confinement. How could I forget them? But I do not recall anything of particular significance happening. The stable boy still called me this way or that to show me something. He only once steered me away from my path deliberately, and it was easy enough to see why once he’d done so. I savoured those moments. I savour them still and find that these, more than any other moments in my childhood, are ones that I wish to keep to myself. There is nothing untoward in them. It merely does not feel right for me to share those moments with strangers, even like this. Besides, if my life has passed into story should I not allow the tellers some space for mysteries of their own invention?
Back at the castle, I did express my desire to go out again and I was delighted to hear the stable boy agree to take me. I did not know when or how to find him at the time, but I was young and confident, and I had felt the weight of my life’s expectations settle around my shoulders once more. I was home. I would be Princess Chrysanthemum come morning, come whenever I could find myself back in skirts or whenever I ran into someone asking me what I was doing wandering around the castle so late. Other people, I knew, were allowed to go wherever they wanted, to do whatever they wanted, if they woke up at night. I knew father would often continue his work, but I? I was supposed to stay confined in my rooms and to call for someone if I wanted something fetched from elsewhere.
I think almost everyone knew that I did not listen particularly well to that, though I was careful to restrict my movements between the small library and the kitchens. That way I could have the freedom I wanted and I would not scare everyone unduly by only having a few places in which I could be if it were ever necessary to look for me. It did not please mother, nor I imagine the guards, but it was a compromise that we could all live with.
I dared not think what mother would do if she discovered her daughter sneaking around the castle corridors in pants, so I sneaked back to my room, even ducking behind a tapestry where I knew a servant’s entrance was to avoid a patrolling guard. I made it unscathed and disrobed as quickly and quietly as I could before snuggling back into bed.
Next up: working on finishing this and one again multitasking by working on all the other pieces I have on my plate. XD
Hope everyone had a good November (or at least one better than mine) and is going to have a great December! Did you join NaNoWriMo 2015? How’d it go? Any favourite scenes in your stories?