My last NaNo update for this  year!  It’s gone quickly.  This week the story got harder and harder to write.  I know where it ends, and where I want it to go, but transitioning between scenes was difficult.  I’m about three thousand words behind where I should be (thank you school) and I mostly just would adore a nap.  Today I managed to write about four thousand words, and I got myself to a point where I know exactly where everything is going.  I went from really terrible to very good today, so yay!

I got lots of compliments from people regarding the little bit I included last time, so I’m going to include the last thing I wrote tonight.  At this point in the story, Charlotte, now a much older woman than the last time you read her, is sitting in a room with her doctor.  Please remember it’s hot off the keyboard and not edited yet:

He nodded his head, and she did as well.  “I would ask if I am going to die, but we are all dying, aren’t we?”

The doctor cleared his throat.  “Charlotte, you have brain cancer.  We can try some aggressive treatments, but you might want to wait for George to be here before we talk about them.”

He watched the corner of her mouth twitch slightly as she processed what he just said.  Without a word, tears lined the bottom of her eyes, and fell.  She bowed her head, and whispered, “No…there’s no need to talk about treatments.  Be very honest with me, do I have a high chance of surviving?”

“No,” said the doctor, closing his eyes and taking his glasses off.  He squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, willing his tears away.  “I don’t think treatment will save you.”

Yeah, there’s not going to be a word counter widget this year.  Sorry!  But here I am to give you a handy-dandy update on how I’m doing.  I’m currently one day behind where I should be, ending tonight at 26,206 words.  I’m just over the half-way mark and I’m starting to get into plot territory I haven’t planned yet.  Whoo, scary!  I promised you a tiny excerpt, and that’s what I’m going to do.  Keep in mind that I literally just wrote it and it’s not edited even a little bit.

George, who had his leg severely injured during his time at war, just went through an operation to fix his knee.  At this point in the story, he’s still groggy, and his best friend Gil and his girlfriend Charlotte are visiting him for the first time post-leg-fixing.  Here it is:

“They told me they gave you a mechanical leg, boss.  They said your old one was just too damn ugly,” said Gil with a smile.  George laughed weakly and rolled his eyes.  With slurred speech, he said, “Well, your face is too damn ugly.”

Gil roared with laughter, convinced now that George would recover just fine.  Charlotte couldn’t help herself any longer and reached out to touch George.  He turned to look at what touched him, and saw her.  His whole face lit up as he said, “Oh, hello beautiful.  Why did you let me see him first?”

Still laughing, Gil playfully smacked George’s shoulder.  “Too bad they couldn’t remove his sassy mouth while they had him under, huh?”

Charlotte laughed now, pushing sweaty hairs off George’s forehead with her hand.  “I kind of like his mouth the way it is, Gil.” 

That’s all for this week!  I have a huge project due for school on Tuesday, so I suspect I’m going to be falling further behind before I manage to catch up again.  To the word document!