#NaNo Update: Week Two


Hmm. Yeah.

I’m in a better position than last week in that I have more words down. However I am nowhere near target for this midway point.

I’ll admit that I’m not stressed, though. Having promised myself that I would only attempt NaNoWriMo this year if I took it easy. I find comfort in that fact.

So that’s the bad news.

The GOOD news is that I’m still writing! Just… not the NaNo. The push isn’t there, but there are several anthologies open to erotica in the new year and I can’t bear the thought of not submitting to them. I have erotica coming out of my ears, but nothing quite to suit. I have to be honest though; writing for submission makes more sense. Don’t get me wrong, its all about writing for fun – I couldn’t hope to keep writing if it wasn’t fun – but to have fun AND submit for potential publication? Why wouldn’t you?

More than that, I’ve jointed a Sub Club (hehee) through which I plan to work a deal harder towards submitting my work. Competitions, anthologies, magazines, wherever. Doesn’t matter. The point is, that I have to start getting it out there

I haven’t given up on the NaNo, not by a long shot, but I don’t expect to be able to reach 50k by November 30. Not that it matters; I’m still really proud of what I have done. ^_^

Oh, would you like a little more of what I’ve written? 🙂 Okay.

With that comforting thought, she stripped down to change.
Stripping required only pulling off her dressing gown, but as soon as she did, Cerise became aware of the cold in the air. She shivered, rubbing her arms with both hands and fighting the approach of goosepimples on her skin.
The chaffing didn’t help and she spun around to search out her radiators, intending to turn them up a notch or two.
When she turned she caught a little whisper of movement from the corner of her eye. It vanished behind her quicker than she could track it and she turned again, trying to catch sight of the thing.
What she saw, was a short, dark haired man in a grubby dressing gown.
She screamed, snatching up her dressing gown and heaving it over her front. More and more screams poured from her throat as the man considered her with his head cocked to one side.
He opened his mouth, perhaps to speak but no words came out. Just a low groan like the exhalations of a man from her many late night phone conversations.
“Get the hell out of here!” She shrieked.
The door burst open, admitting Graham, but before Cerise could even point, the man in the dressing gown vanished.
Her screams cut off sharply as she stared at the space in which he had been standing.
“What, what?! What’s wrong?”
Cerise put her hand to her chest, feeling the thud-thud of her heart beneath. She drew several ragged breaths and pushed the fingers of her free hand into her hair. She pulled the curls into still worse tangles.
“Cerise!”
“Nothing I-” she flapped a hand around, as if searching the air for an answer. “I saw a spider.”
Graham cocked an eyebrow. “A spider?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Um…” another rake of her hair. “Don’t worry. Just… get on with your phone call.” She gestured to the phone dangling from Graham’s hand. “It’s fine. Really.”
He eyed her for several more seconds before backing out of the trailer. He closed the door behind him.

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About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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2 Responses to #NaNo Update: Week Two

  1. jmmcdowell says:

    I would be totally freaked out in her position!

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