How to Get It Done: The Novel Day One of NaNoWriMO '11 was successful for me. I totaled in at 3,500+ edited words today, which is about twelve pages, and in my case, four chapters. I am drafting His Daughter for the third time and really starting to see things shape up. The most difficult part about the edits, though, are when I want to rewrite an entire section or omit it. Now, I don't have an issue with word count - as some might saw, if you focus on word count to the exact number, you're siding on being a hack. The issue is keeping my plot together. His Daughter is sort of a plot experiment. I am weaving three stories into one larger picture by developing the story of the protagonist as she discovers it. To arrive at her future, she needs to comprehend her present and remember her past. This is called a bildungsroman. Bildungsroman (Marriam-Webster): a novel about the moral and psychological growth of the main character. The main distraction with editing this novel is a day job. I'm there 40 hours a week, it's shift work, and it's not the most stimulating. Not to mention eating, sleeping, working out, and keeping a minimal social life. In college, even with class, I found I was able to dedicate more time to the novel, especially since one of my classes allowed for designated novel writing time. And I could always wait in between classes and during any other free time I had. Editing on a laptop during breaks just doesn't cut it. I would be interested to know how everybody else is doing either here, facebook, of @1cmhumphries on twitter. Keep at it.     
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Her sharp nails clench my wrist and pull me closer, until I can see my reflection. From my forehead to the bridge of my nose, my flesh melts away, developing into a dark abyss much like her own.
Akin to a knife in my chest, a stabbing pain flares my lungs with each rapid breath. I spring upright in my bed at the sound of a loud rapping. My heartbeat echoes around the room; the sound is thumping in my eardrums, as if it derives from my head.
Akin to a knife in my chest, a stabbing pain flares my lungs with each rapid breath. I spring upright in my bed at the sound of a loud rapping. My heartbeat echoes around the room; the sound is thumping in my eardrums, as if it derives from my head.
Deep breaths through my nostrils, deep into my lungs, and out of my mouth, I focus in on silencing my erratic sounds. My heartbeat becomes nothing more than an unfamiliar drum in the background. I hear the knocking again.
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