Okay, so maybe November has always been my favorite month (Sagitarius, baby!), but NaNoWriMo has made my birthday month the coolest month on the calendar. If you don’t know what NaNoWriMo (or NaNo for short) is, it is a month long writing marathon, starting November 1st and lasting until November 30th. During this time, people are challenged to write 50K words, which is a good chunk of a novel. NaNo was started back in 2003 and has grown over the last 10 years to include people from all over the world. I’ve only seriously done NaNo once before, in November of 2011, but this year I’m back at it. As of this post, I have written 26k words, so I’m just over half way done with my word count for the month.
This year, my story is about 3 friends, who are given the opportunity to bring one person back for a period of 24 hours, and they have to decide who they would bring back–if they decide to bring back anyone at all. I’ve tentatively called it The One, and although I spent most of October planning it, I find that the more I write, the more gets changed–one of the most fun parts of NaNo. When I first came up with the concept, I had all three characters choosing to bring someone back from the dead and dealing with the consequences of that decision, however, as I write, I find myself changing that around. As of right now, no one has brought anyone back, although 2 of them are considering it. The third has just realized that bringing her person back would be catastrophic for her. My original idea for this character was that she would bring this person back and realize that his death colored all her memories of him to the point that she didn’t remember all the abusive crap he did to her. Now, I’ve introduced another character who is going through a very similar relationship to the one this character had and she is remembering things. We’ll see where this ends up on Nov. 30th. All I know is that when it is finished, it will need serious revisions to be at all publishable, which is my goal.
Here’s an excerpt: (In this scene, Amber and Kiely have come to Emma’s rescue after she caught her fiance cheating on her with his secretary.)
“Hey, did you get new margarita glasses?” Called Kiely from the kitchen.
“Oh, yeah. Richard’s mom got them for me when we announced the engagement,” Emma answered.
“Oh. What do you want to do with them?” She asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want to keep them?”
“Why wouldn’t I? They’re really cute glasses. She got them for me after I commented on the ones she had at the barbecue she had last Labor Day.”
“Okay. Well, is there anything else that Richard gave you that you want to get rid of—or you know, destroy?” This came from Amber.
“Its a tradition. When I guy screws a girl over, the girl has every right to destroy anything he gave her or anything of his that she has at her place.”
“Oh, yeah. Guys do it too,” replied Kiely. “When Devon’s last girlfriend cheated on him, he took all the things that she left in his apartment and gave them to the homeless guy that hangs out in front of the Brooklyn Bridge.”
“Is that the guy that walks around with the Coach pocketbook?”
“Yep. That’s him.”
“How did I not know this?”
“I don’t know. You’re not that type of girl, I guess,” said Amber, patting her on her shoulder.
Emma thought about the idea of destroying Richard’s things, and before she was really conscious of doing it, took off for her bedroom closet, where several of his suits hung. She pulled the closest one off the hanger, an Armani suit that he loved, but that she thought made him look like a slightly upscale prisoner thanks to its white and black design. She carried it into the living room, stopping for a pair of scissors on the way in. She held the suit jacket up for her friends to see, and at the look on Amber’s face, Emma couldn’t help but laugh.
“I hate this suit,” she said when she finally got her breath back.
“Please tell me that is supposed to be a Halloween costume. A take on either Beetlejuice or Robin Thicke at the VMA’s?” Asked Kiely.
“Unfortunately not. I don’t know what possessed him to buy it, but he adores it,” she said, a maniacal glint to her eyes.
Amber shuddered. “That man has no taste.”
“To think that someone got paid to design it,” said Kiely.
“Oh, I think we’ll do a better job taking it apart than the designer did putting it together. What do you think, girls?” Asked Amber.
“Definitely,” agreed Kiely just as a knock sounded at the door. For a minute, Emma thought that it might have been Devon coming to check in on her even though she told him that she didn’t need him to make her feel better. Just the thought of him wanting to make sure she was okay made her heart skip a beat. When she opened the door, however, it was disgust that filled her. Devon was not on the other side, but Richard was.
“Hey, darling,” he said, kissing her on the cheek and pushing his way passed her into the apartment, stopping almost immediately when he saw Amber and Kiely bent over his favorite suit.
“What are they doing here?” He asked angrily. His voice raised to be heard over the movie that had finally started.
“The question isn’t what we’re doing here, but what you’re doing here,” claimed Amber, getting up from her perch on the couch.
“Excuse me? I live here,” he said, nearly yelling now.
“No, you don’t,” countered Emma, angrier now than she ever remembered being in her entire life. “You said you were going to move in here and give up your apartment, but you never did. You spend more time there than you do here—at least that’s what I thought.” She paced away from him. “How many nights, Richard? How many nights did you say you were at your apartment in the city because it was closer to work when the real reason was that you had Serena in your bed?”
“What? What are you talking about? You know I’m not sleeping with Serena.”
A growl escaped Emma’s mouth. “Liar. You are such a fucking liar, Richard. I saw you this afternoon.”
At his confused look, she went on. “I was at your office this afternoon. Did you never even realize that your door was open or were you too wrapped up between Serena’s legs to notice that someone had been there?”
All the color drained from Richard’s face, and Emma just knew that he was going to tell her it had only happened the one time in a moment of weakness. Isn’t that what all cheaters say? “Don’t you dare tell me it was just this once because I will not believe you.”
“But—but it was just this once.”
“Can it, Dick,” she said, using the nickname that she knew he hated. “I want you out of MY apartment.”
He made a move to get his suit, but Amber and Kiely blocked him. “She said she wants you to leave.”
“Or what?” He asked menacingly.
“Or I will call the police and tell them that a deranged man has forced his way into my apartment and is refusing to leave. How do you think the partners at your firm would like that? Probably even less than they’ll like the fact that you chose to fuck your secretary in your office in front of the open window so that anyone looking up could see you. I don’t know about you, but when I signed on at my firm, I had to sign a morality clause, and I just bet that this would violate it. Don’t you?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his black brows so far up on his forehead that they blended in with his hair, making him look like he didn’t have any at all.
“Oh, I wouldn’t test me right now, Richard. There are a whole manner of things I would do right now that I never thought I could do. You’d be surprised.”
When it was clear that she wasn’t going to back down, Richard turned on his heel and stormed off. Emma, Amber, and Kiely watched as he stomped off to the elevator and stabbed the down button. By the time it got there, Emma was surprised that there wasn’t a finger sized hole in the button.
“Good riddance,” said Amber, rubbing her hands together as if she were dusting them off.
EDIT: Here’s the link to the playlist I made to listen to as I write: The One Playlist on Spotify.