1) They think it's awesome and amazing that I'm writing a novel. The people who say this often also express the wish that they could sit down and write a novel. This is a good reaction, and I like it. It makes me feel good to know that some people view my writing as an ambitious and admirable project.
2) They look at me kind of funny and are sort of patronizing about it. You know, something like, "Oh, you're writing a novel? How nice." I always picture their inner monologue as being something like this, "She's writing a novel? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Like it'll ever be published. Good luck with THAT pie-in-the-sky dream, sweetheart!"
I have to confess that I often feel like response number two is the one I'm getting. It's like people do that smile and nod thing. You know, the thing you do when someone says something and you have no idea how you can possibly respond to it because it's either outrageously stupid or outrageously offensive (or a combination of both), so you just smile and nod.
Well, today was a day when I felt like the whole world was smiling and nodding at me. Not good.
However, I did come to a realization about my novel. I'm trying to make a statement with it, and I realized that the first part of the novel isn't achieving what I want it to achieve. This might sound like a bad thing and it would be if I hadn't realized what I could do to fix it so that it would achieve what I wanted it to.
The problem is that it's going to require some extensive rewrites, which is something that's not in keeping with the spirit of NaNoWriMo. So, in the interest of adhering to the NaNoWriMo idea, I resisted the urge to edit. Instead, I added some things and then continued on with my story, promising myself that I will go back and rewrite when I've officially "completed" the manuscript.
Yes, this will be a pretty major change in the structure of my novel, but I know it's going to make it better, so I'm not bothered by that. All in all, it was a pretty weird day, considering I had the icky feeling that no one is taking me seriously coupled with an epiphany about my book that I think will make it much better.
Also, I recently found out that the novels "Water for Elephants" and "The Night Circus" started out as NaNoWriMo drafts. Considering how phenomenally successful those books are, I KNOW there's something to this NaNoWriMo idea. Sometimes, you've just got to reach out and grab for the brass ring, even if everyone you know thinks you're crazy and/or foolish for doing it.
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“Letizia, I’m going to turn the
flashlight on. I need to see how badly
you’re wounded.”
“No...light,” Letizia whispered.
“I don’t have a choice. I have to examine your head. I’ll keep the light covered as much as
possible.”
Before Letizia could protest any
further, Dara pulled out the flashlight.
It was fairly small, so she was able to cup her palm around it. Though the light was far from concealed, Dara
figured it was better than nothing. She
shone it on Letizia’s head and was unable to keep herself from gasped. Dark blood crusted Letizia’s hair and oozed
from the wound at her temple. It was a
sizable gash, and Dara felt certain it needed to be patched, though that was
far beyond her skill set. The flying
grit and dust had begun to accumulate in both the wound and the blood in
Letizia’s hair, and Dara knew she had to get it cleaned and covered lest
Letizia wind up with a terrible infection.
“I’ll try to be as gentle as possible,
but this is going to hurt,” she warned Letizia softly as she shone the light on
her bag, digging through its contents.
She found a sterile wipe, some gauze, and some tape. It would have to do until Letizia could
receive professional medical care.
As quickly as she could, Dara cleaned
the wound. Letizia sucked in a breath,
and Dara bit her lip, knowing she was hurting the other woman. If she’d had both hands free, she probably
could have been a lot gentler about it, but she’d have been forced to put the
light in her mouth which would mean she wouldn’t be able to do much to conceal
its beam. They were both silent as Dara finished cleaning the wound.
When she finished, Dara was slick with
sweat and she swiped her forearm over her eyes.
There was still a lot of blood crusted in Letizia’s hair, but now was
not the time to worry about that.
Awkwardly, she covered the wound with gauze and taped it down as
securely as she could. She looked around
for a second, trying to figure out what to do with the bloody wipe and the
wrapper from the gauze.
What
the hell, Dara? This isn’t the
dome. You’re not going to find a
conveniently located trash chute. Just
drop the garbage on the ground.
Letting out a shaky breath, Dara did so
and then flicked the light off. Groping
in the bag, she felt the contours of one of the water bottles and she pulled it
out, uncapping it and handing it to Letizia before she felt around for the
second.
“Small sips,” Dara cautioned. “I don’t know how long it’ll need to last.”
“Not sure...I can. Stomach...” Letizia moaned softly.
“I know you’re feeling nauseated, but
you have to take at least a few sips.
You can’t let yourself become dehydrated. Here, I’ll help you,” Dara said, setting her
bottle aside and taking Letizia’s. She
managed to coax Letizia to take two small sips before the other woman gagged,
spilling the contents of her stomach over the dry, crusted earth.
Now Dara was very worried. She was quite certain Letizia had a
concussion on top of her head wound. The
adrenaline from their flight away from the transport was beginning to wear off,
and Dara could feel panic setting in.
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