Ultimate goal – 50,000 words.
Daily goal – 1,667 words
Goal total so far – 8,335 words
Words written today – 1,880
Words written so far – 8,980 words
Words to goal – +645
“Horns sounded from the trapped vehicles on the motorway, a despairing chorus.”
― J.G. Ballard, Crash
As I committed the other day I am doing Nanowrimo – the National Novel Writing Month this November – writing a 50,000 word (small) novel in a month. Not necessary a good novel, or even a readable novel, but one of 50K words.
Another tough day – was at work for twelve hours and really too tired and shook up to do any writing.
I did it anyway.
Decided on a way to bring Craig, my anti-hero, and Odette, the girl, together.
Snippet of what I wrote:
He called Meridian’s car salesman and negotiated an offer. It was high, but Craig was able to get him down a bit, mostly in order not to raise suspicion. It never looked good to appear too eager.
“I told you that price would become an object.”
“Just want things to be fair, that price is still high enough. One more thing, I’m going to pay in cash.”
“Cash? That’s nuts. Nobody has that amount of cash hanging around.”
“My client does.”
“So does mine. Cash will be fine. What did you say your client did out in California?”
“I didn’t say.”
And that was that. He put together the proper amount and drove it halfway, meeting the dealer at a designated crossroads in the middle of nowhere. The paperwork was signed on the hood of Craig’s rental.
“Well, that’s that,” said Meridian’s agent. “Are you sure you don’t want to put half down and the rest on delivery? That’s how we usually do it.”
“Nope, this is fine.”
“Guess you trust us.”
“Of course, I know where you work, I know where you live, I know where your wife works, I know where your kids go to school.”
A quick, strong shiver went up and down the agent. He had worked for Prime Meridian for a couple decades and knew the kind of man he was dealing with. He walked back to his SUV, opened the back, raised the floor, and put the case of cash in the back, carefully hiding in the space the spare tire used to be. He put everything back the way it was.