Blog for budding Sheikhspeares entering National Novel Writing Month 2006

November 14, 2006

Approaching the half-way line

2526, and my, it's getting turgid! Running total now 23,513. Tomorrow with any luck I'll reach the half way point. That will also be half way through the month, which means that I have zero of the "buffer zone" one is supposed to have of extra verbage, in case of illness/writer's block/emergency in the last days of the month. So I still need to keep doing the catch up. Here's an immensely dreary excerpt:

That night she found it hard to sleep. The dead girl was there in her mind, her presence seemed near. Her two faces: the glitteringly angry beauty in the hotel, and the contorted horror in the alleyway. She doubted that if Rasha had lived they would have been in any way soul sisters, but her death had linked them. Her curiosity was growing. After the shock of the party had worn off, she found herself wondering more about those girls, how they slipped into that twilight world of debauchery, orgy, even prostitution. She wondered what Susie got out of it. Was it really any different to popstars and footballers and their glamour models and groupies back in London? Money, sex, fame, drugs.


Blogger snow white said...

nope, think it sounds fine - but you need a new word for turgid ;-) .... perhaps you can borrow mine - "tepid" prose.

14 November, 2006 20:00

Blogger secretdubai said...

"turgid" has a ring of "turd" about it, which is so apt for my prose that it makes me weep.

How about "turdgid"?

14 November, 2006 20:28


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