NaNoWriMo 2014 Log: Day 17, Week 3

So I kind of forgot to do a post yesterday. D: I didn't get much done, really, though, so...yeah.
D:
I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
But here, have one for today plus maybe my favorite Elliot and Bethany thing I've written in the history of ever.
 Total word count: 30,147
Today's word count: 2,337
Favorite line(s) written: I turn to face him, the hem of my skirt swishing as I do. “Harris has a sister. And somehow, she’s connected to Hayley, Miss Lawson, and Russell.”

His eyebrows raise and he steps towards me, lowering his voice. “Penny, right?”

It’s my turn to be surprised. “How do you know that?” My voice is laced with curiosity and shock, and he smiles, a confident, teasing thing.

“When one is the grandson of Mason Elijah Moore,” he begins, his voice taking on a confident lilt, “one happens to gather useful information about a variety of people.”

NaNoWriMo Log: Day 15, week 2

Hehe.
Gosh, it's been a while since I've done a NaNo log. :3 But I'm back, and as far as I know there are no more vacations in November! So...back to regular posting. :P
I got about 7k written this past week, and as of today I'm a couple thousand words ahead. Which is beautiful. :D
Total word count: 27,897
Today's word count: 1,812 (but I am planning on getting more in before I go to bed tonight. *cracks knuckles*)
Favorite line(s) written: “Bethany,” he starts, his voice strained. “Please tell me you understand what this means.”

Why do people keep asking me that? Do they assume that I don’t understand what it means?
That there is a psychopathic killer stalking my every move?

That I’m in danger with every breath I take?
How is that hard to understand?

“I understand perfectly well,” I say, my voice taking on a hard edge.

He sighs. “Don’t get defensive,” he mutters, rubbing his temples. “I want you to understand,” he begins, looking up at me, “What is going to happen after this.”

He pauses, as if giving me time to take this in.

“There is a serial murderer watching your every move,” he says carefully. “Which means that where you go, he goes, or at least one of his tools. You’re in danger every waking moment of your life until we apprehend him.”

“Yes,” I say, looking up him. “This isn’t new information.”

NaNoWriMo Log: Day 9, Week 2

Guys.

I found.

The best.

Gifs.

To describe.

NaNo.

Like. Wow. Wowwwwwwwwwwww. Such accuracy. 

Anywho.

While I'm thinking about it: Tomorrow, I won't be posting a log, because it's my birthday! :P And I might just do a massive post Saturday evening, because this week I'm probably not going to have much time. So. 

On to today's log, I suppose. :P 

Total word count: 19,821

Today's word count: 2354

Favorite line(s) written:  I swallow hard and force myself to take in the room without thinking of letters or Judah Anderson.

I shiver, wrapping my coat tighter around me. Why is it so cold in here?

For one ridiculous moment, I let myself remember the ghost stories Thomas tried to terrify me with when we were younger. Elliot had always made him leave me alone, and we made up our own stories. Usually ones where a nasty, simpering something named Thomas was defeated by heroes Elliot and Bethany.

But those stories had scared me nonetheless. And I got to a point years ago where I only rolled my 

eyes when he told them late at night, but I think right now, that part of me has ran away.

And for one moment, I let myself wonder if Miss Lawson is haunting this room.

NaNoWriMo Log: Day 8, Week 2

Ahahaha. Remember when I actually wrote things for these instead of rambling and then doing my log? Haha, yeah. 

actually me right now

Those were fun days.

You know. Back when I wasn't half asleep trying to write. .-.

Total word count: 17,786 

Today's word count: 2095 (but I'm going to try and make myself break 18k tonight, so it might end up as a few more.)

Favorite line(s) written: “Tell them,” he says, his voice low. “We both know the truth.”

And I know, now, that this has to be him. It doesn’t make sense but it has to because until now I hadn’t remembered the scar, but it’s the only thing we really had to distinguish him. And Stanton’s face was scarred in a different way, marked by grief.

I want to launch myself at him, hurt him. For killing Hayley and for killing Miss Lawson, and for showing no regret.

He watches me, and I watch him. My head spins. 

Eurgghhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgghgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I'm so tired I just.

NaNoWriMo Log: Day 7, Week 1

So, it's been a week since I started this, and that's kind of crazy. But also cool. Because I've written almost 17000 words in a week. :D
Also, in addition to being me right now, that gif is on my storyboard! :D
Total word count: 16,429
Today's word count: 3370
Favorite line(s) written: I can’t help it, I raise my voice. “What’s gotten into me? I don’t know, let’s think about the past month. Our butler, murdered! My teacher, murdered, and I chased down her killer! What’s gotten into me is I want to help with this but I don’t know how! And don’t tell me I’m too young or I don’t know enough about this, because I’ve watched you do this for as long as I can remember and if anyone should be involved in this, it’s me!”

I’m gasping for breath by the end of it, by I don’t regret it. All the emotions and words I’ve bottled up for the past month had to come out sometime, I suppose.

Everyone watches me, and I don’t like it, but I suppose I asked for it. A moment later, Chapman whistles.
“That was something,” he says. “Mind if I quote that?”

NaNoWriMo Log: Day 6, Week 1

LOOK AT HIM.

Today has maybe been one of my favorite writing days so far. I introduced one my favorite characters, Noah Chapman. This guy. He's so full of snark and I love his dialogue.
He's a reporter for a struggling newspaper who agrees to help Bethany by looking into a possible suspect (even though she hasn't exactly told Harris about this yet).
I really like this guy, in case you couldn't tell. Most of their dialogue today was them trying to out-sass each other, and I'm looking forward to throwing some of my other characters in with them as well. >:D

Total word count: 13,205
Today's word count: 2067
Favorite line(s) written: When the door clicks shut, he laughs.

“You’ve got them going pretty good, kid.”

Oh, God, he did catch the stutter. The thought crosses my mind that maybe he’s involved in all of this and he knows about the letter, but I bat it away. He doesn’t seem like that.

But Hayley didn’t seem like a killer, either. 

NaNoWriMo Log: Day 5, Week 1

Hello people. :) I wrote a lot today, which is amazing. :D Also, I got really cool books from the library.
Total word count: 11, 421
Today's word count: 2901
Favorite line(s) written: My dreams are little more than nightmares. I’m plagued by the sight of Miss Lawson’s body and the killer diving through the window, and a car hitting a small girl’s body.

Over and over and over again.

I wake up trembling and make myself go back to sleep, and I’m torturing myself.

I toss and turn through the night, never really getting any sleep, and when one of the teachers comes in at seven o’clock, I’m already dressed.

She watches me for a moment and then crosses the room, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” she murmurs, squeezing me.

What do I say to that? Thank you?

I nod instead, and she stands. When she walks out, Jules get up and gets dressed. I wait while she does her hair in the mirror, wordless.

“Bethany...” she begins, but I stop her.

“I’m fine,” I say, stepping towards the door. I look back at her, and she’s watching me, sadness and concern swirling across her face. “I’m fine,” I say again, and my voice cracks, but I make myself step out into the hall.