Excerpts

Holy crapnoid, it's been awhile, yes? For those of you just tuning in, I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month, which means I'm writing a 50,000-word book this month.

I've made it past the 1/5-of -the-way-done mark with the novel, which is pretty cool. Problem is, I'm still behind the recommended daily word count. I literally wrote 4,000 words yesterday though, so I'm feeling a bit burnt out. And my prose has steadily gotten worse as I've gone. But, good prose is not the point I guess. I've found that I love writing long, descriptive sections the most. Dialogue and people's thought processes are not my favorite.

Anyways, here are two more excerpts for your reading pleasure:

"The Victorian house on the tree-lined street seemed to lean ever-so-slightly to one side, like it was trying to peek around the large oaks in front of it. The paint on the outside was pastel purple and was peeling off, especially on the back side of the house, which got the most sun. The trim and accents were white, once. Now they were chipped and browning with age and neglect. The house could have looked like a gingerbread house once, but was now sagging and faded. Two large bushes flanked the walkway in front of the large, bowed porch and were never trimmed, much to the chagrin of the neighbors. The grass was scratchy and dry, but still managed to grow rampant. It cushioned the fall of the oaks' acorns in autumn, and it curled itself into the cracks in the walk, as if searching for a secret something. The address numbers that were nailed to the front of the house were tarnished brass, and the nail holding the 6 in "767" had loosened, causing it to flip over, disguising itself as a "9." The mailman, who had given his two weeks notice a few days earlier, felt sorry for his replacement's inevitable confusion. There was an old-fashioned mail slot in the door instead of a mailbox. This house, which should have been begging for some attention but wasn't, was Mr. Ryker, and Mr. Ryker was this house."

"The Monday morning sun started peaking through the blinds of Brennan’s room. She left them open slightly, so she would know what kind of day it was going to be as soon as she opened her eyes. If it was dark in the room when her alarm went off, she knew it was going to be rainy or grey or both. If it was light, she knew it was going to be sunny and bright. Brennan found that her mood was greatly affected by the weather, so she wanted to know as soon as she could what the day was going to bring. The idea of not even looking outside until she left for school seemed unreasonable. Why wait to know how the day was going to hit her?"

GOODNIGHT!