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I survived the first full week of National Novel Writing Month!
At the scheduling of this post, I have 13,487 more words of Odd Duck than I did when I started, some of which I might actually keep once National Novel Editing Month rolls around.
Regardless, I’m sharing eight sentences (edited slightly both to fit the limit and because I ditched the delusion of first draft perfection a while ago) from this week’s output, which introduces Grant, who does occasional, semi-legal computer hacking for Tom.
Grant’s place—the whole third floor of a building with Fort Knox-level electronic security—is a huge open space full of painted silk partitions he uses to make an ever-changing warren maze. Just go with it:
“Grant?” I hollered.
“I’m in my office!” he hollered back.
“Can you give me a hint?”
“Head north—the green path.”
A few of the screens looked more green than the others, so I followed them until I finally worked my way to Grant and his computers, which had been set up in the northeast corner.
“Hey, Grant,” I said. “How’s tricks?”
“For kids,” he said, glancing up at me.
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Like Tom, Grant is ex-Army (a tech, not a sniper) and was in Lieutenant Kyle’s platoon. He’s a computer genius, something of a weapons expert, and, thanks to their little adventure in Afghanistan, a severe agoraphobe whose PTSD has been impeding his ability to change into his other form.
It’s difficult to use firearms with paws, you see.
I don’t know if I’m keeping Grant; I can’t add every animal to the list of weres without losing sight of the book I intend to write. But this is Nanofodder, and if nothing else, I’m learning a bit more about how this world might seem to non-predators.
Nanoedmo is gonna be a hoot, though.
I’ll try to visit everyone today, but if I’m a little late, please forgive me. I have a wordmeter to feed!
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