So it’s November and just about every writer, ever, knows and/or is participating in National Novel Writing Month, affectionately known as NaNoWriMo. I’ve never done NaNo before, I’ve only been writing fiction since January, but since I’m trying to get book four finished I thought I’d use it to keep me motivated and give myself permission to concentrate on writing fiction only this month. I have several non-fiction units in various stages of development to get me through with new releases, so from November 1-30 – it’s all about 2500 words a day.
I got exactly 2500 today and I didn’t even plan that! 🙂 It’s two scenes that I can’t really talk too much about, but I’ve decided to choose a partial scene and put it up on the blog everyday.
Here’s the set-up: Junco and Sera are watching a struggle between Soli, (Sibling #2) Ashur, and Tier) on the screen. That’s all I’m gonna say.
“So— we’re good with this?” (This conversation starts with Junco)
Soli’s screams burst out of her in a last ditch attempt to resist the warriors who will not tolerate resistance. Tier smacks her across the face and then he and Ashur push each other for a few seconds. Ashur doesn’t look like he approves, which is funny, considering he’s the only one on the team who ever tried to physically kick my ass.
“We are. It must be done. She agreed as well, she can’t just change her mind in the middle of the plan. I’d smack her too.”
The reporter’s voice is back, he’s turned his sight towards a distant light that is coming up from the ocean. “There’s the second beacon,” he explains.
Soli’s razors catch Ashur across the face and he flips out on her, throws her down on the ground and pushes his face into her neck. She stops resisting and I can only imagine what he just said to her.
Tier finds the reporter for the first time and flips him off.
I laugh. Fucking Tier.
Ashur has Soli upright again and they’re both leaning down into her now. I don’t need to hear them to know what they’re saying. Stop being insane, Soli. You’re acting like Junco.
Tier stops and looks straight into the camera and shakes his head. Did he just read my mind from space?
“We need to go, Junco.”
I turn to Sera. “Go where?”
“Leave, I need you to come with me, right now, before they finish the pillar. We can catch the next one, OK?”
When I look back to the screen the reporter is on the ground and Tier is staring into his iriscam. “Junco,” he says. He can read my mind from space. “Stay where ya are, darlin’. Please. I’ll be back in a little while.” He pulls the reporter up and drags him over to Soli. “Soli, goddamn it, you tell Junco yer fine, understand me? You will not screw this up for her, do you understand me?”
He shakes the reporter and Soli both at the same time. She swallows and looks me in the eye, vis à vis the iriscam. “I’m going, Junco. But I’m not happy about it. And when it’s your turn, you’ll be freaked out too! I don’t want to go! I don’t want to—”
Ashur smacks her this time, then turns to the cam. “We’ll hunt you down, Sera. We won’t forgive this.”
They push the reporter and he stumbles in the wet sand as the entire world watches Tier and Ashur drag my sister up in the air and fly out towards the beacon of light protruding from the ocean floor.