I'm also excited because it means I can now go back and revise and tweak some sections of the novel. I am just amazed at how much the story has evolved over the course of these 18 days. It's different from what I had envisioned, but much stronger and much better than what I had originally planned on writing. Honestly, when I decided to tackle this genre, I was pretty sure I was going to fail spectacularly, so it's nice to know that I might just be onto something here!
Still, though I am technically done with NaNoWriMo, I am by no means done with my novel and, because of that, my intention is to continue writing each day, and to continue blogging as well. Thanks for being part of my journey!
***
“Are you happy with your life?” he asked
her out of the blue.
“Yes, of course,” she answered
automatically. “I’m a Contributor now,
and Magnum has always provided me with a good life.”
“Uh huh,” he said. “I used to sound just like you.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” she asked
angrily.
“It’s not that it’s wrong,” Tasha said,
breaking in. She stepped into Dara’s
line of vision, and Dara knew she was doing it deliberately, trying to break
the tension. “It’s that it’s limiting. That’s maybe not a bad thing; some people are
content enough with limits. But
shouldn’t people have the freedom to choose?”
“We do get to choose,” Dara insisted.
“Really?” Raj asked her. “Tell me, what if you decided you didn’t want
to work for Magnum? What if you wanted
to sit at home and paint all day?”
“Why would I want to sit and paint? It’s not a productive use of my time, and we
must all be productive,” Dara said.
With a violent start, she realized that
she sounded exactly like her instructors.
In fact, she could have been picked up from the room and replaced with one
of them and the conversation would have taken exactly the same course.
“Still sure you’re so happy?” Raj asked,
but his voice was gentler this time.
