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NEARING THE END

And so, with two days to go this is where I am. As you can see, I started off rather well and then slipped underneath the magic purple line before climbing above it briefly and then falling below again. The last couple days have been rather hard but with the 4K day that I had today, I know (or rather pray) that I can win. ^_^

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DAY SIXTEEN AND WE’RE HALFWAY THERE

I am now thankfully, halfway through my national novel writing month novel. At twenty five thousand and five words I can begin ever so slowly to wrap things up. It’s also the middle of the month (more or less) which means that I should be good to go come the back half of the month. And here’s an excerpt from what was written this morning to catch me up (partially);

“Sit down and relax,” Grant interjected. “Yeah, yeah…I know.” He sighed as he walked away from the desk, Alison close behind. They sat down a few feet from the nurses station, with their backs towards them so that they could talk uninhibited. “You know I know that they’re just doing their jobs, but you think that she could have been a bit nicer about the whole thing…”

Alison shook her head. “I think that she was being mighty nice.”

“Oh you think?”

“Yes I think,” Alison stated, looking around at the waiting family members with a sigh of her own. “And more than think, I know how hard it can be for them. Seeing dead and dying people every day of their lives? Having to deal with the grieving survivors…” she paused and shook her head. “I’m surprised that they’re not basket cases themselves.”

Grant turned to Alison, “You sound so—”

“Familiar with the situation?” Alison continued with a half smile. “Yeah well, I’ve spent the better part of my life in hospitals.”

“You haven’t been sick,” Grant asked worriedly. “Have you?””

Alison shook her head. “No.”

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END OF DAY 2

So it’s the end of day two and I’ve managed to write 5094 words of a murder mystery. My plot is very basic; a homicide detectives, her two trainees, a PI and a Psychic have to figure out why a Jane Doe would steal the identity of the lead detective before the killer figures out which Tessa Hart is supposed to be dead…

Here’s an excerpt from chapter 4

Landon glanced down at the picture and Tessa could tell that he was working over what he was going to say next. It was one of the things that she really hated about questioning suspects. Sometimes they were so scared that they clammed up completely or worse, they lawyer-ed up. On the other hand, however, sometimes the suspects spilled their life story and it was a challenge keeping their nervous babbling under control. For Tessa, she preferred people who just answered her questions directly, without all the misnomers and misinformation that just made her job more difficult. “Well?” she asked again, hoping to pull an answer from the man.

Landon sighed. “His name is Gordon O’Connor.”

Tessa smiled, knowing that she had won this tiny battle in a much bigger war.

“And what floor does he live on?” asked Grant as he pulled out his notebook, ready and willing to write down the address of their potential suspect.

“He lives on the top floor,” Landon answered with another sigh. “But it doesn’t matter, he’s right there.”

Tessa, Grant and Alison all turned in the direction that Landon was pointing. There, coming through the doors of the building was Gordon O’Connor. He was even taller in person and Tessa could not hope but notice that he was infinitely more handsome as well. He had two blondes on each arm, both of whom were dressed as though they were living the high life in some tropical country which was not the reality of the weather that they were coming in from.

“Hey Gord!” Landon called out before Tessa or her two trainee detectives could do anything to stop him. “Some people here to talk to you,”

Tessa watched as Gordon’s eyes went wide with horror and then without so much as a goodbye to the ladies on his arms, he turned and bolted. “Mason, question the girls,” Tessa ordered as she took off after Gordon. “Carr, you’re with me.”

Tessa knew that she had to find Gordon quickly and to her lucky surprise he was already in the arms of a cop, one that she already knew. “Lieutenant Pearson,”

Tessa began with a smile as she walked over to the duo. Pearson had Gordon O’Connor on the cold pavement and was in the process of cuffing him. “What are you doing here? And where’s your partner, Clarkson…”

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