Reality Escapes Her

The madness has begun.

First though, an apology: the photos in my previous post are currently down. I’ll let you know when the problem is resolved, that may not be until December though.

Today is day 3 of National Novel Writing Month, and blessedly, I am ahead of the minimum word count for the day. I decided before NaNo even started that this time around, my goal was quality, not quantity. I’ve been frustrated, because what I’m writing feels like it is lacking massively in description, and there are holes. The plus side though, is that at least this year my novel isn’t random – it does have a path of sorts that it is following, and so therefore it will be editable.

Now, I promised that I would share some of my writing with you. You have been sufficiently warned, it isn’t very good – but I guess I would still appreciate your thoughts. So here is a snippet from my introduction, sorry if it makes no sense:

The Unbound Truth

There was something unusual about the lock jutting forth from the earth. It wasn’t limited to the fact that it seemed to be attached to nothing but the earth, there was something different in the way it caught the light that fascinated her, triggering something in a memory that she couldn’t quite place.

Pushing the overgrown shrub that was covering it back further, she could make out more clearly, it’s aged, brassy colour. Gouging her fingers into the dirt around it, she tried again to find whatever it was attached to and protecting. The earth was too hard and dry for her to make much progress though.

‘Stace,’ her head snapped up to search for her caller, ‘Satan said we can stop for the day, you can have first shower if you want.’

Still unable to find the person who matched the voice through the dense scrub, she knew regardless who it belonged to. ‘Thanks Bek, I’ll be in soon.’ She threw one last look at the lock, before promising herself she’d be back for another look some other time as she slowly rose to her feet.

Peeling off her sweat-drenched gardening gloves, she ambled back to the house, squinting against the harsh summer sun as it set before her. As she stepped inside, she hung her hat on the back of the laundry door, before darting across to her bedroom to grab the things she needed.

It wasn’t until she was in the shower that her body could really feel her hard day of work. Her muscles and joints ached under the hot water, and the burning sensation against her skin let her know where she was more than likely sunburnt. She wished she could stay in the shower far longer than she did, but they were in the middle of a drought and that would have been selfish on her part.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 at 7:11 pm.
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