My final word count stands at 42,049, so I’m short of the 50,000 word goal by 7,951. I very briefly caught up on Monday, but then it all went down hill again, and I only managed a few hundred words for the next few days. Then the last couple of days, I have been really busy and haven’t managed to do any at all, hence why I haven’t managed to catch up. Its kind of annoying that I wasn’t a million miles away from the end – 7,951 is not exactly a huge portion of 50,000 words – but it is what it is! I don’t feel like I could have done any more (well…).
And I still feel like I’ve achieved a massive amount in only a month. After all, my novel so far is 120 pages long, which is way longer than anything else I’ve ever written over any time span, so I’m not going to feel too down about it! Maybe next year will be my year!
Anyway, in honour of the end of NaNoWriMo, I’m going to do something I never thought I’d do, and that’s share a little excerpt of my novel.
To quickly summarize, my novel is a science-fiction story (called ‘Blood Type’) set in a world where there aren’t many people left. Seventy odd years before the beginning of the story a virus ravaged the world and killed a huge percentage of the population before a cure was discovered: consuming human blood of the same type as the sufferer. Seventy years later, and those infected with the virus, known as ‘Feeders’, run things, and the normal humans, known as ‘suppliers’, are required to donate blood every couple of weeks, and live in different compounds depending on their blood type (and yes, this does sound like a bad mash-up of Twilight and Divergent, so I would like you to note – the Feeders are NOT vampires, just virus infected people. They drink blood but they don’t bite!). The protagonist is a supplier called Kaylee who is nineteen-years old and lives in the Type O Compound.
So here goes! These are my first 100 or so words:
“Hold out your arm.”
Without further ceremony he jabbed me in the arm with the needle. His face was impassive as we both watched the rich red liquid as it was syphoned into the needle. Back when I had first started supplying the sight had made me queasy. Not anymore. There was no room for that shit in a world where blood was currency.
He finally removed the needle, carefully placing it in a capsule, handling it like it was bone china. He fastened on the lid and put it in the chute, shutting the door and pulling the lever so that with a zwip! noise it shot off to wherever the hell all the blood goes. I always imagined it as some kind of wine cellar, with floor to ceiling racks of needles.
“That’s you all done.” The doctor said. “If you’ll just wait in the waiting area until the shuttle departs.”
Like I didn’t know the drill by now. I hopped off the table and left the room, entering the sterile whiteness of the waiting room, with its cold chrome seats lining the wall, and a space-age looking reception desk. A few other suppliers were sat waiting to leave, slumped in their chairs, and one of them was my brother, his face white and his hand clamped around his inner elbow.
So I hope you enjoyed my little excerpt! I think even with the full 50,000 words, the story would be far from finished (which is good – I think most novels tend to be at least 80,000 words) so I’m just going to keep chipping away at it, and hopefully won’t be too horrified when I go back to reread and edit it.
The only part I’ve read back so far is the first chapter, and it was OK, but I know I started to lose my momentum after a while, and am pretty sure the quality will have suffered as a result.
Anyway, I hope my fellow NaNoWriMo-ers (not that that’s a word) have had a good final week, whether or not they hit the 50,000 word mark. I’d love to know how you all got on!