“Fretting the beginning?” Radnor asked. He laughed before I could answer. “Silly, silly boy. Don’t you realize the beginning doesn’t matter?”
I looked around the room. Its dingy gray walls were marked with scuffs, stains, and even some writing in a language I couldn’t decipher from my place at the table. I felt the ropes digging into my ankles, holding them tight against the chair legs.
“Piss off. You don’t exist. You can’t exist,” I said while tugging against the bands of duct tape wrapped around my torso. It must be a dream, I thought for at least the tenth time.
Radnor kept laughing as he …
For me, consistency is key for making NaNoWriMo more doable. It’s easier to write 1,700 or so words a day than to skip a few days and be faced with a 5,000-word deficit.
I got a small taste of that this week. Day 5 I only wrote 700 words. Even that small difference meant I had to write more than 2,000 words to catch up. It may not seem like much, but psychologically, it felt significant.
So, on Day 6 I just kept writing until I was back on track and I’m now past the 10,000 mark.
Let me tell you, though. This is turning out to be a bizarre story. I wonder how it’ll turn out?
How’s your story coming along?