First off, I want to say that I’m loving the cabin I’m in for this Camp NaNoWriMo! They are super supportive and a chatty group.
Secondly, I wanted to brag a little. Please forgive me. Week 1 of camp has come to a close and I’m ecstatic with my progress!
I’m 8 out of 27 chapters into my novel and I’ve already shared and revised them with feedback of my critique partner. Eight chapters equals 17,000 words towards my goal of 31,000 by the end of the month.
I picked this story to write solely to have fun, and it hasn’t disappointed me. With no pressure for anything, the story is flowing and I’m disregarding any internal critic telling me that it’s not worth the digital ink it’s being written in. I need to write silly, ridiculous stories more often. 🙂 (Vampires and Angels, a ton of fun! Plus I’m writing in alternating 3rd person limited POV, which is also quite entertaining.)
Here is the first page if you are interested – still in first draft format. Beware, there is some foul language.
Fin glided down the emergency department’s hallway cupping a syringe of blood in his hand, trying to lose his invisible stalker.
His own unfulfilling blood pooled in his mouth as his teeth dug into his bottom lip. The syringe he hid was nearly pulsating in his palm, beckoning to him. His body wanted to run, but there were a few humans around and he couldn’t draw attention to himself. He focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
“Good evening Dr. O’Brian,” a nurse nodded at him.
He forced a reserved smile that hid his fangs and continued to walk. “Evening, Jane.”
Despite holding his breath, the odors of sage and cinnamon still filled his senses. He tried to filter them out, focusing on the multiple disinfectants in the hallway instead.
Though only seconds passed, to Fin it felt like an eternity before he disappeared into the empty physician’s lounge. When the door clicked shut, he brought the syringe to his lips and sucked down the contents. Instant relief. He could now focus on the angel, whose spicy scent was impossible to ignore.
Why now? Were the angels finally coming after him for his sins from 22 years ago?
“Show yourself,” he snapped; his teeth threatened to resurface. He wouldn’t hide anymore.
“Come out of Goddamn hiding!” he roared and then realized he should have been wiser in his word choice in front of an angel.
He took some unnecessary breaths to calm himself. He had to be careful or the beast won. The angel’s aroma reminded him of the last moments of his human life, as he fought with the Angel of Death. Pain. Loss. Desire. He shook his head, focus Fin.
“How long do I have left?” He asked into the air while allowing his gaze to search the empty room. He was certain this was the end. His time to die – for good. No matter how many times he told himself he was ready, he wasn’t.
For the full first chapter, click here: Blood & Holy Water – Chapter 1 If you read this and wish to leave comments, go for it. I’d be happy for more feedback.
How’s your project coming?