I got a strong start on NaNoWriMo this year, because I like to torture myself by pushing for crazy wordcounts right off the bat. Because I’m rebelling by working on a novel that I’d already written a bit on before November (I’m not counting those words, though), I didn’t have the same issues starting as a lot of other writers might. Keeping with last year’s tradition of posting excerpts of my writing, here’s the first one for this year:
Valora sat in the desk chair after Siate had left to fetch a Healer. “How are you feeling now?”
“Like I’d rather be dead.”
“Do you need some water?”
“What about another blanket?”
“No! I need you to shut up.”
Valora poked her tongue out at him. “Just trying to help.”
“I’d rather be left alone to my misery, thanks.” He felt a bit less nauseous after vomiting outside, but his head still pounded and his joints ached. Gods, he hated withdrawals.
“Oh, so you’re the ‘suffer in silence’ type, eh?”
“I’m pretty sure loud puking is the opposite of suffering in silence,” Darian muttered. He was starting to feel nauseous again, so maybe now wasn’t the best time to hold a lengthy conversation. It probably wasn’t a good idea to open his mouth at all.
I have nothing intelligent to add.