NaNoWriMo Day 30

It’s a win!

I made it to the end of the goal despite a cold really kicking my butt for the last half of the month. I’m so pleased with how it came together, especially with all the new characters and the perspective(s) of a plural system.

Finnraal did a good job. It’s time for him to get some much deserved rest.

Word Count: 50040

Excerpt:

“No,” he said wearily, revealing none of his qualms. “I’m afraid that is a mission too large for someone like me.”

“But … you saved all of us!”

Finnraal sighed. “Someone else made me aware of the situation. He told me a lot of children were at risk here.” He glanced down at where Elodie hid timidly behind him. “My mission is to make sure kids like us don’t grow up alone.”

The young man pursed his lips and glanced Elodie’s way, and then back at the group of young people milling about near the center of the room. “There’s not all that many of us,” he said, some doubt creeping into his voice again. “And we’re all so fresh. What if they don’t listen?”   

Finnraal smiled. “If Eshin here has taught me anything, it’s that people your age have no trouble at all making yourselves known and heard,” he quipped. “And I’m not that much older than you, if you’re after credentials. I would have to shout just as loudly, but my voice is more useful when it’s quiet.”

NaNoWriMo Day 29

Happy (late) Thanksgiving to those of you who celebrated it! I had a nice quiet day with my mom decorating cookies yesterday. And then today I’ve slept a lot and avoided any sort of stores. Oh, and also I’ve made a lot of progress on my NaNo project, which is awesome. I don’t usually like running right up until the end of the month with it, but the remainder is pretty manageable and I’m honestly really proud of how much I got written with a brand new story and batch of characters.

Word Count: 49386

Excerpt: 

“Finn?” Eshin tilted his head to try to meet his gaze.

Finnraal didn’t know how long he’d been standing there staring. His body ached and he was tired right to his bones. He shook himself off and took a steadying breath, if only to stay awake until he could get himself home safely.

“Still Finn, right?” Eshin asked again, this time quieter and with a deeper understanding.

Finnraal nodded absently, then blinked. “Yes. Finn, at the moment. Mostly.”

Eshin smiled. “I wanted to introduce you to someone I met when I arrived here,” he said, before turning just enough to reveal the small figure hiding shyly behind him.

It was a young human child, wispy and shaky. One of her hands had been replaced with a mechanical one. The fingers on it twitched in constant, jerky motions as if not calibrated quite right.

“This is Elodie,” Eshin said quietly, even as Finnraal knelt down to be on her level. “Elodie, this is Finn. The one I told you about.”

Elodie scanned Finnraal with a guarded expression in her too young and too knowing eyes. She’d been through quite enough already, and she inched closer to Eshin before she found the bravery to speak. “You have a house for … little kids like me?” she said. Her voice shook as if she might cry at any second.

Finnraal smiled and held out a hand. “Little kids like you, and big kids like Eshin,” he said. “Sometimes it gets a little noisy, but if you don’t mind having a lot of brothers and sisters, it’s not so bad.”

NaNoWriMo Day 15

I finished writing last night at like an hour to midnight, so I decided to save the excerpt post. I was tired and it was time for bed, but also I got through a pretty fun scene so that’s exciting! 😀

Sometimes, the members of this DID system need to have a one-on-one to get a better understanding of each other. Riddle happens to be very guarded and harder to understand by his own choosing, but he’s still a good Riddle, and Finn knows this. 

Word count: 30104

Excerpt:

Finnraal gasped as his foot settled down on dry, dusty stone that he couldn’t have hoped to see. The annoyance that sparked all around him told him what he needed to know. He’d found Riddle at the bottom of the well, and the shadowy headmate didn’t want him there in the least.

“Whatcha doing down here, Finnraal?” Riddle’s voice came from all around and nowhere, and Finnraal had to control his breathing. Riddle knew everyone’s fears and admitted to none of his own.

He used to cause nightmares for Finnraal and Kala especially, and sometimes Azul too. At the time, it had felt like such a malicious thing. He’d always been so quick to remind Finnraal especially of his failings, of his fears, of his regrets. In the name of being practical, Riddle used to be as mean as they come.

It had taken a long time for Finnraal to understand why, and even then there were depths he hadn’t reached.

It was time to stop avoiding that.

NaNoWriMo Day 12

I was off to a slower start today, but then the characters sort of reminded me of the plot. It’s getting to be a lot of fun! Not that Finnraal thinks so.

Word Count: 25250

Excerpt:

“I am, well, I’m a death god.”

Finnraal frowned. “Another death god?”

Percival replied with a shy smile and held up his hand with only his thumb tucked towards his palm. “I don’t blame you for not knowing, but I’m actually the fourth death god. But that is beside the point.”

NaNoWriMo Day 10

I attended my first Write In today! It was very chill. Basically imagine going to the library and working on writing and not really talking much to the people around you, but you’re all there for the same thing. That’s what the write in was like.

Word Count: 21340

Excerpt:

They reached the bend in the tunnel and rounded it together, only to find that the visitor had backed off even further. He was several feet away, awkward in demeanor from his mussed, straw-colored hair to the worn leather boots that spoke of long travels on rocky roads. He wore a tunic that had long since faded from its original green dye work, and his trousers had a similar well traveled look.

Despite his rumpled style, though, the man had a face full of youth and health, much more befitting the noble origins of his clothes. Blue eyes regarded them with a sharp intelligence that contrasted with his shy stance.

“Ah. Hello,” he stammered. “I admit I’m a bit unsure of how to greet you.”

“Most people start with hello, so you’re off to a promising start,” Tarin said. In anyone else’s voice it might have been cutting sarcasm. In his, it was gentle and delivered without an ounce of teasing.

NaNoWriMo Day 9

I got done late ish last night and didn’t feel like making a post, but I actually  do have an excerpt from yesterday’s writing that I’m quite happy with. Things are really coming along! Just when I think the story might end up needing some more outlining, something new comes to mind and it keeps rolling right along! To the chagrin of several characters.

Word Count: 19316

Excerpt:

The next time Finnraal woke, he sucked in a harsh gasp and sat up. His heart pattered briefly before confusion slowed it down again as he glanced around the room. Then, he groaned and rubbed at his face with both hands as if he might drag himself to full wakefulness.

He was back home, in the warren. He was clean, and shaven, and quite rested, and by the bronze-handed clock on the crate they used as a nightstand, it was well into the afternoon.

His stomach yowled in protest and he put both arms over it with a scoff. Someone had gotten him out of that situation and even cleaned up afterwards, but had gone right to bed without eating anything. He had to hope there was still something around he could have.

NaNoWriMo Day 7

Ooof. Today was very busy, so I was late getting started on writing, and then of course it took me forever to reach my word count goal for the day. (I wrote yesterday, but didn’t make a post because I couldn’t find an excerpt I wanted to use).

Word Count: 14793

Excerpt:

“And once you’ve discreetly passed things along, I want you to return to me for the final task,” Epitaph said, their voice clearly wrapping up the explanation. “Am I clear?”

“Clear as a mirror’s edge,” Finnraal replied. “Do I at least get a map?”


He did not get a map, but that wasn’t all too surprising. Finnraal found himself with cryptic instructions and a dismissal.

NaNoWriMo Day 4

Things were slow today! I’m very late in finishing it up, but I think I did okay. To clarify something, Finnraal has Dissociative Identity Disorder! That term doesn’t necessarily exist in Muunfel, though, nor does some of the understanding we have of it in the real world. I’ve been working on the character for a while, though I want to preface this by saying I still have a lot more research to do on how to depict DID in a fantasy setting. These excerpts are meant as WIPs only; once I’ve had some sensitivity readers for the story, it should be a lot more solid!

Word Count: 8733

Excerpt:

The world above was an uncomfortable sort of thing. Everything, everyone felt like a charade of sorts, like the settings and actors of a play. Riddle didn’t trust them, and he didn’t think the others should trust them on principle, either. Maybe it was because he made a point of knowing the least trustworthy people he could find when he was out front.

Information was one of the most important commodities he could possibly gather. More than money, more than spare parts from the shops, maybe even more than food. Information paid like the most sparkling diamonds, if one knew how to spin it. Riddle was good at collecting it. Finnraal and Kala were good at turning it into something else.

His contacts never stayed in the same place for long, but they always left signs for those who knew how to look. Signs leading to their latest nest would be found in the alleys and back roads of the bustling city.

Riddle hadn’t gone to them in some time. He almost worried he had lost his edge with finding the signs, but he noticed a series of notches carved into a signpost. Progress at last. Is anyone watching?

Yes, good job, Finnraal thought drily from within. This is literally why you’re the one in front right now.

“You want my help and this is how you repay it,” Riddle muttered. He snickered as a general sense of disapproval surged out of his audience, and didn’t pay it much mind. He could have fun in the real world, even if no one else appreciated his ways.

NaNoWriMo Day 3

I made it a lot earlier today, but didn’t get around to actually typing it until a bit ago! Things are coming along nicely so far. I even managed to sneak some size shenanigans into the story, because it’s me.

Word Count: 6246

Excerpt:

One second, they all sat in a comfortable silence together, waiting. The next, they weren’t alone in the tall, round room.

A figure hunched on the ground without a chair of his own. Even seated on the floor, he towered over the rest, easily clearing fifteen feet in that position. Huge, feathered, ash-grey wings draped over his back and across the floor space behind him, which was kept clear mainly for his comfort when he came to the main room like this. Half-lidded, ember orange eyes scanned the small gathering and he shifted to be more comfortable, resting his hands on his knees.

NaNoWriMo Day 2

Things are going along nicely so far! I’m having fun introducing a bunch of new characters, and especially getting to know Finnraal. Writing Finnraal is a bit of a new challenge for me and will probably take a lot of work in the long run, but I’m excited to bring him to life.

Word Count: 4136

Excerpt:

Some of the weight of the world always seemed to leave him behind when he crossed the threshold. The space he called his own with Tarin, from the large, somewhat lumpy bed to the writing desk where they drew up their various plans, to the curtained off bath area that they kept to themselves, wasn’t glamorous. Some of the apartments in the world above were far more opulent and bright, but they couldn’t quite match the charm of Finn’s little warren.

He all but ripped the bandanna from around his neck and discarded it on the floor while also slipping out of his boots. As he crossed the short distance to the bed, he also lifted his tunic over his head, also leaving it on the floor. Tarin would probably have words for him about it, but as he all but flopped onto the bedcovers, Finn resolved not to mind until it came to it. He could clean up after himself, but for now he had other matters to attend to.