I must be out of my mind, but I’ve signed up for NaNoWriMo again this year. I skipped it last year because I didn’t have anything worth pursuing idea-wise and I was working on edits for The Lokana Chronicles like a madwoman. This year, though, I’ve decided to take the plunge.
Clearly, I am insane.
If you’d like to follow my progress, you can check out the handy-dandy progress widget in the sidebar to the right. So far, I’m on track to meet my goal. I’m using NaNo as an excuse to finish my WIP. I know it’s a bit of a cheat, but it’s in the spirit of NaNo and I think that’s what counts. Fifty thousand words in thirty days. Ridiculous amounts of caffeine. Writerly camaraderie.
Bring. It. On.
Speaking of my WIP, I’ve finished another chapter, so you know what that means! That’s right, it’s snippet time! Today’s excerpt comes from Chapter Six and features a conversation between Ramila and Michael, who is experiencing some culture shock:
Ramila screwed up her face. “Have you ever tried getting a baby to sit for a portrait? It’s maddening.”
“Maddening? You hold the kid still, the photographer clicks the button, and that’s all there is to it. I’ve seen it done in the mall a hundred times.”
“Photographer? Mall? What are those?”
“Well, a mall is like a whole bunch of stores all together.”
“Oh, a market.”
“Well, kind of, but not really. It’s more fun than that. Anyway, a photographer is someone who takes pictures.”
“So he’s a thief? I’m confused.”
“No, he doesn’t steal pictures, he takes them. You know, with a camera. Like a painter, but different.”
“What’s a camera?”
“Oy vey.” Michael dropped his head into the palm of his hand, frustrated by his inability to communicate what were, to him, concepts and ideas so simple that even a child could understand them.
And now, on to Chapter Seven, where hopefully things will continue to go well. 🙂
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