It’s been a good National Novel Writing Month. My original goal was to write 50k of book 9 in my Zodiac Assassins series. I did it in 8 days. Now my goal is to write the first draft of the novel. Today, Nov. 17, I reached 95k, tomorrow I’ll hit 100k. This is my 3rd year and it’s going to be my best.
How did I do it? I forced myself to develop a detailed story outline instead of plantsing like usual. The story is better written, and by planning I can crank out 5k or more each day. Now that I’ve had this experience, I’ll definitely be doing a detailed outline for each book.
Here’s an excerpt from Aries On Fire. Zero editing, so it’s raw. I hope you enjoy it!
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The incessant screeching drove Aries out of the vacuous Void, herding him like an animal instead of a man in pain, in need of peace, in need of asylum from the real world’s unrelenting, unforgiving, unbearable, white-hot agony.
A cool, hard touch on his forehead was the first true sensation, followed by a blinding light that pierced his closed eyes making him wince away from the world. But he had no choice. It was either stay in the headache-inducing, screaming Void, or face the pain that the real world had already battered him with in the few seconds since he’d emerged.
Either way, pain would be his constant companion. The hot ache that never ceased, that stole his breath, that promised torment for his remaining years. He longed to remain in the Void; the cool nothing where he floated, unaware of the passage of time, the quiet space blissful until the voices had started screaming “Wake up.”
He heard the slap a second before he felt the sting.
“Wake up,” a woman yelled.
“Goddess, will I ever get away from bloody, screaming women?” he said, stumbling over the words as if he was still a baby. “Did you slap me? Or has the Void suddenly gotten physical?”
“Damn right, I did. Now open your eyes and get up. I’m beyond sick of caring for you under threat of death, in chains no less.”
He opened one eye and saw the witch. The one he’d pulled out of the InBetween when the Master and his coven had overrun the cavern. The one whose sister witches had killed the fallen angels, his friends, who’d sacrificed their lives to buy time for everyone else to get away.
He pulled in a deep breath and stopped short of full lungs when pain stabbed him. He sighed as he let out the breath cautiously. “They must really hate me to have made you my nursemaid.”
“I don’t care what they think. Get up so I can be free.” She sat back and raised her iron-shackled wrists.
The skin under the bands was calloused; he could see more scarring around the iron circling her neck. That hadn’t happened in days, or even weeks.
He rolled his head away from her. “How long?”
“Have I been shackled like an animal?”
“How long have I been out? Days?” Please let it be days.
She laughed, but there was no mirth in it, only a hard edge.
She was as angry and hurting as he was, but he couldn’t find a single stirring of pity for the witch; not for one of the Master of the Dark’s coven.
His heart sank at the brittle sound. How much time did I lose?
“Days? Try months,” she said
Aries looked around the spacious, but sparse, room to buy himself time to digest that shocking nugget. Months?
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