SynopsisIt's Nov 1 and I still don't know what I'm writing! To participate wholeheartedly with something new? Or to paddle at the edges of the NaNoPond while continuing on the work in progress I've got going already?
If I could be sure that I'd come out the other end of November with either a complete draft of the work I've already got on the fire OR a complete (if short) draft of something new, I'd know what to do; what I don't want to do is to end up on December 1 and have two messy piles of prose neither of which is an actual, completed draft.
ExcerptFor my novel excerpt, I'm going to interleave random sentences from the beginnings of both candidate novels -- here goes --
I didn't recognize Donna at first, even though I saw her every day at school. Mr Chivers, the milkman, would have been the first to see it, but his route lay in the other direction, towards Mrs Skeets’s. "What if your mom comes home?" Shelby turned off the road and onto the footpath to the mill. So I went in. Fallen branches whipped a rivulet to froth as he passed over a concrete footbridge. It would have disfigured anyone else, but seemed no more than a beauty mark, a finishing touch, on Donna. Anyway, it wouldn't help Adrian.