NaNoWriMo Day 2: Driving at Night

Today’s word count: 3458
Today’s writing: flowing
My energy level: relaxed but tired

Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.  — E. L. Doctorow

And it’s a good thing, too. Because, as full of ideas as I am and as easily as the words are currently flowing, I don’t actually know very much of my story yet. So I am focusing on what’s in the headlights and getting it all down, and hoping that as I move down the road, more will come into view.

Today’s writing was really fun. I wasn’t trying to get such a high word count. It just happened. I started by getting Wren and her maid off the ship. I decided the best way to do it was a big wave. The maid, who can’t swim, washed overboard. The bravest princess in the Isles naturally jumped in after her. Since it was night and the seas incredibly heavy, the crew was unable to rescue the girls and now must search the coast for them, without knowing for sure where exactly they left the ship.

Once the princess was in the water, I was free to start on the prince’s story. Prince Roderick of Pepin, as I explained earlier, is cursed. I love the idea of how he was cursed so much that I wrote that scene today, even though it may turn out to just be back story.

Why he is cursed? Because the steward lost one of the Faerie invitations to the christening, and the Faerie took it personally.

How is he cursed? With a demon, a little fellow who is not evil in the traditional way. His main talent is to be inappropriate — saying and doing the rude or unseemly thing at every turn. And as the royal family has yet to find out, the demon cannot be locked away or separated from the prince. They are bound together magically.

Bittersweet is not a patient or forgiving sort of Faerie. Not only did she give the prince a curse that will be with him every single day of his life, she didn’t give him any way to break it. So Roderick is going to grow up with this social embarrassment and have to make the best of it.

Tomorrow, I get to write about the Princess Priscilla Pennyroyal Peridot Pansy Petunia Pearl of Stagspeak, why she wants to marry Roderick, and why he is so anxious not to marry her. I can’t wait to find out.


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Kit Dunsmore

Kit Dunsmore has believed in the magic underlying the muggle world since she was a child searching for the Shetland pony pooka she was sure was hiding in her back yard. She learned early on that books were magic doors into other worlds, and that she could revisit a beloved character or place by opening the right book. As she grew, she decided she wanted to make magic with words, too. Today Kit writes about things she loves: poodles and dragons, witches and artists, quirky underdogs and loyal friends. Whether her setting is 6th-century England, the imaginary Twelve Kingdoms, or an art-obsessed version of modern America, magic always finds its way into her story. She enjoys turning fairy tales inside out and watching characters sacrifice everything to reach their goal, but she also believes in happy endings. When she isn't writing, Kit experiences magic by making things with her hands. Over the years, she's made quilts, fabric sculptures, collages, sweaters, and blank books. Her newest interest is learning how to spin her own yarn, a skill guaranteed to strengthen one of her many delusions: that she is a self-sufficient pioneer woman. She also thinks she is a hobbit, a witch, an artist, and a good cook. Living in the foothills of Colorado, Kit enjoys the giant skies and prairie landscapes which suit her need for wide open spaces. In addition to hiking through glorious scenery with her husband or imagining herself living in the Middle Ages, Kit works as a pillow for her miniature poodle and polishes the next small piece of her handmade life.

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