Another 1,600 words on the NaNoWriMo project tonight, give or take 96, and I believe I’ve discovered my inner romance novelist. She says things like, “As he stepped into the brighter light of the room, he got his first good look at the girl upon whom all of his childhood dreams had rested – and found her a perfect stranger.” I’m letting her work, for now – she has some good ideas, and I can always kill her in the morning.
I feel a bit like I’m front-loading the story; if I keep on at this pace, I’m not sure I’ll make it to 50,000 words, even allowing for my current overuse of modifiers. But I’ll describe every dress in excruciating detail if I must. For now, the three main characters have been introduced, and hints dropped about their pasts. If I can just keep anyone from announcing his or her sudden, undying affection for anyone else, at least until the end of the week, I’ll be happy.
