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NaNoWriMo: Day 3 Progress
Thanks to everyone who's left feedback on my excerpts. It really helps.
I got a good bit of writing down today. I'm at just under 5,000 words, after cranking out a really fun scene.
It was extremely slow at work today, so I got a bit of writing done during that time, filling in some scenes in the very beginning of the story, establishing more of Tara's back story.Today's excerpt features a scene that occurs directly after the scene from yesterday. It's the last thing I wrote for the day.
4867 / 50000 words. 10% done!
Excerpt:
A strange rumbling vibrated frame of the coffee house, causing Tara to look up from the engaging work of fanfiction that had held her attention for the past hour. She looked around at nothing in particular, wondering if she was the only person who had noticed the noise. Another rumbling, followed by a brief flash illuminated the sky.
It couldn't be. . .
Hastily, Tara snapped her computer closed, wound up the plug and stuffed them into their respective spaces in her bag. She brought her cup to her mouth, tipping back to drink the last yummy sips of her latte and then headed for the back door. At the end of the short hallway, she paused at the outer door, and muttered curses when she saw that it was sprinkling.
Ok, maybe I can make it home before the it starts pouring down, she thought, pushing the door open.
As if giving an answer, a jarring crack of thunder followed a beautifully terrifying streak of lightning, and then the skies opened up. Tara jumped away from the door in shock, and her back came against a soft, warm body.
She quickly spun around, “Oh, I'm sorry. . .”
“Oops,” breathed Miranda at the same time. “Oh wow,” the girl squinted out of the window of the door. “So much for not getting wet.”
“Yeah,” Tara lamented.
“Hey, you want me to walk you to your car?” Miranda held up a black umbrella with red and white polka dots. “It'll be a tight fit but it's better than getting completely soaked.”
“Oh, I don't have a car. I walked here,” Tara explained.
“I can give you a ride. You live around here, right?”
“That would be very awesome. Thank you,” Tara said. She thought of how in any other instance, she would have just phoned her mother to come pick her up.
Things had changed.
“Alright,” Miranda eyed the parking lot in what Tara would come to know as her “game face.” “My car is right over there. Unfortunately, I don't have power-locks, so I'm gonna walk you over to the passenger's side, and you'll have to unlock my door while I run around to the driver's side.” Miranda turned to Tara waited for her acceptance of the proposed strategy.
“Ok,” Tara nodded once maintaining eye contact. This was intense.
“Ok,” Miranda said. “On three,” She pushed her umbrella partially open. “You get the door, please.”
Tara grabbed the gold-colored knob and waited for the count.
“One. Two.” Tara glanced to her right to see an infections smile breaking Miranda's features. Miranda glanced back and winked. “Three!”
On cue, Tara pushed the door open, and both girls were assaulted by a strong gush of chilly air and pelted with rain. They squealed simultaneously while huddling under the meager shelter of the umbrella. Tara shuffled her feet across the slick asphalt, the parking lot having been turned into a giant puddle in mere minutes. Cold water soaked into the hem of her jeans with each harried step.
Then they were at the car. Miranda inserted the key, turned the lock and Tara opened the door, the two working in tandem with impressive ease. Tara practically feel into the passengers seat, and Miranda shut the door. Not forgetting her part, Tara leaned over and flicked the lock on the driver's side, just as Miranda appeared. The girl was quick.
Miranda snatched her door open, closed the umbrella and plopped into her seat in one smooth motion. She didn't seem to mind the massive drops of water that leaked onto her lap before she cinched the umbrella closed and chucked it into the back seat.
The two sat in silence, the only sound other sound was the rain drumming against the steel of the car as both girls sat catching their breath.
“Oh my God, that was awesome,” Miranda said, turning to Tara with excited eyes. Her bands were matted to her forehead and cheeks were pink from the exertion.
Tara laughed, wrapping he arms around her laptop bag as it rested against her chest. She had to agree, “Yeah, it was.”
Miranda laughed, and then sat up, inserting the keys into the ignition. “Welcome to Mobile,” she smiled and started the engine.
. . . . . . . . ..
I purposely left out giving Miranda a specific vehicle. I still haven't decided, but you can glean from the text that it's an older car but not necessarily a piece of crap. What would a twenty-year-old, slightly punk, female college student drive?
*For the unintiated, Mobile is pronounced "Mo-Bee-uhl" (|mōˈbēl; ˈmōˌbēl|) not "moe-bull" as in "mobile phone." It's French, if that helps.
I got a good bit of writing down today. I'm at just under 5,000 words, after cranking out a really fun scene.
It was extremely slow at work today, so I got a bit of writing done during that time, filling in some scenes in the very beginning of the story, establishing more of Tara's back story.Today's excerpt features a scene that occurs directly after the scene from yesterday. It's the last thing I wrote for the day.
Excerpt:
A strange rumbling vibrated frame of the coffee house, causing Tara to look up from the engaging work of fanfiction that had held her attention for the past hour. She looked around at nothing in particular, wondering if she was the only person who had noticed the noise. Another rumbling, followed by a brief flash illuminated the sky.
It couldn't be. . .
Hastily, Tara snapped her computer closed, wound up the plug and stuffed them into their respective spaces in her bag. She brought her cup to her mouth, tipping back to drink the last yummy sips of her latte and then headed for the back door. At the end of the short hallway, she paused at the outer door, and muttered curses when she saw that it was sprinkling.
Ok, maybe I can make it home before the it starts pouring down, she thought, pushing the door open.
As if giving an answer, a jarring crack of thunder followed a beautifully terrifying streak of lightning, and then the skies opened up. Tara jumped away from the door in shock, and her back came against a soft, warm body.
She quickly spun around, “Oh, I'm sorry. . .”
“Oops,” breathed Miranda at the same time. “Oh wow,” the girl squinted out of the window of the door. “So much for not getting wet.”
“Yeah,” Tara lamented.
“Hey, you want me to walk you to your car?” Miranda held up a black umbrella with red and white polka dots. “It'll be a tight fit but it's better than getting completely soaked.”
“Oh, I don't have a car. I walked here,” Tara explained.
“I can give you a ride. You live around here, right?”
“That would be very awesome. Thank you,” Tara said. She thought of how in any other instance, she would have just phoned her mother to come pick her up.
Things had changed.
“Alright,” Miranda eyed the parking lot in what Tara would come to know as her “game face.” “My car is right over there. Unfortunately, I don't have power-locks, so I'm gonna walk you over to the passenger's side, and you'll have to unlock my door while I run around to the driver's side.” Miranda turned to Tara waited for her acceptance of the proposed strategy.
“Ok,” Tara nodded once maintaining eye contact. This was intense.
“Ok,” Miranda said. “On three,” She pushed her umbrella partially open. “You get the door, please.”
Tara grabbed the gold-colored knob and waited for the count.
“One. Two.” Tara glanced to her right to see an infections smile breaking Miranda's features. Miranda glanced back and winked. “Three!”
On cue, Tara pushed the door open, and both girls were assaulted by a strong gush of chilly air and pelted with rain. They squealed simultaneously while huddling under the meager shelter of the umbrella. Tara shuffled her feet across the slick asphalt, the parking lot having been turned into a giant puddle in mere minutes. Cold water soaked into the hem of her jeans with each harried step.
Then they were at the car. Miranda inserted the key, turned the lock and Tara opened the door, the two working in tandem with impressive ease. Tara practically feel into the passengers seat, and Miranda shut the door. Not forgetting her part, Tara leaned over and flicked the lock on the driver's side, just as Miranda appeared. The girl was quick.
Miranda snatched her door open, closed the umbrella and plopped into her seat in one smooth motion. She didn't seem to mind the massive drops of water that leaked onto her lap before she cinched the umbrella closed and chucked it into the back seat.
The two sat in silence, the only sound other sound was the rain drumming against the steel of the car as both girls sat catching their breath.
“Oh my God, that was awesome,” Miranda said, turning to Tara with excited eyes. Her bands were matted to her forehead and cheeks were pink from the exertion.
Tara laughed, wrapping he arms around her laptop bag as it rested against her chest. She had to agree, “Yeah, it was.”
Miranda laughed, and then sat up, inserting the keys into the ignition. “Welcome to Mobile,” she smiled and started the engine.
. . . . . . . . ..
I purposely left out giving Miranda a specific vehicle. I still haven't decided, but you can glean from the text that it's an older car but not necessarily a piece of crap. What would a twenty-year-old, slightly punk, female college student drive?
*For the unintiated, Mobile is pronounced "Mo-Bee-uhl" (|mōˈbēl; ˈmōˌbēl|) not "moe-bull" as in "mobile phone." It's French, if that helps.