“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die,” I thought as I opened the Scrivener to a new document. “That somebody might be me,” the blank page answered. 4,092 words later, today’s NaNoWriMo goal is dead. Tomorrow, the death might be mine.
This weekend’s Trifextra gave us a quote from Maggie Stiefvater’s The Scorpio Races, which is the quote beginning the story above. We were to use 33 words exactly to finish the story. Here are mine.
Your feedback is wanted. Please leave a comment. Are you doing NaNoWriMo this year?
Thanks for stopping in!