Progress

Well, I'm definitely catching up. It's been a bit of a struggle this afternoon. I think I need more time in between writing large chunks of this, otherwise my unconscious doesn't have enough time to work out where the plot might be going next. I'm forcing it a bit at the moment.

Still, the whole NaNoWriMo idea is to get to the target without worrying about the quality, so if I have to have aliens land, or someone wake up to find the last two chapters were all a dream, I'll just do it. "Don't get it right, get it written" is one of the Nano mottoes...

Progress

By the way, these entries are mainly for my own benefit, so that I can check back next year, when (if?) I do this again, and see where I might be able to improve my game. Like, for example, not getting so far behind by day 10 that I have to write more than 10,000 words over the course of a weekend to try to catch up...

Anyway. I'm now up to 16,000 words, which allows me to go for lunch. I'm going to wander down to the harbourside, where some of the book is set, to take some research photos, and see if I'm remembering correctly that there are still a few points where it's possible to fall off the harbour wall into quite deep water without such things as railings getting in the way.

Favourite line of the morning:

“So, the guy’s really, like, dead?” Domingo asked, his accomplished drug-dealer image slipping back to reveal a scared twenty five year-old.
“About your height, long curly black hair, big nose?” I described.
“That’s the guy.”
“Then either he’s dead, or he hired Tim Burton as his stylist.”