I hope Week 1 of NaNoWriMo is treating you well and that you’ve made your word count goals and have pretty much made this novel your bitch.
If you are following the word count daily goal, you “should” be at 11,669 words. I’ll be honest. I am already behind. I skipped a day, and am juggling three projects at once, including two revisions. I’m a little overwhelmed here, but that’s okay. I know I’ll hit my 50k goal by November 30th as I really need pressure to get that kind of output.
As promised, I’ve included the beginning of my 2009 NaNoWriMo novel,THE LAWYER AND THE LIBRARIAN, a romance about a roller derby librarian with a kidnapped dog who falls hard for her lawyer. I wrote this back when I thought I could write adult romance. I thought it was brilliant. Everyone else thought it was shit. Then I discovered that I like writing YA better (though I still read adult romance).
I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve and further embarrassing myself to prove to you that you’re supposed to have a shitty first draft and it’s okay that it sucks. Look at mine, this is seriously awful. I’m sure whatever you’re writing in better than this, so cheer up. You got this!
The Lawyer and the Librarian
The first time they met, Lola Gibson kicked Evan Crane out of the library for talking on his cell phone. The thought “frigid bitch” entered his mind as the library door shut behind him.
In Lola’s defense she as having a really rough week. Her German Shepard Bacon had gone missing and Kyle Peters, her orthodontist boyfriend of three years had left her for the mother of one of his patients. It was so cliché it was funny. So Lola had no patience for the guy talking on his cell phone in the silent room in the law library. Despite the fact the library was in the basement of the courthouse downtown and most of the patrons were hurried and gruff lawyers, Lola loved her job. For the most part she was patient with people. She had given the guy in the pale gray business suit the benefit of the doubt and put her finger to her full pink lips and shushed him once because he was the cutest guy to walk into silent hall all day. She was surprised he even had reception in the basement, most of the time her phone didn’t even work down there.
When he ignored her polite attempt to get him to notice the “no cell phone” sign and end his call, she marched in her new pink and black plaid kitten heels over to the table he was sitting at and said not so quietly, “Sir, this is a quiet area and you’re disrupting the patrons,. I’m going to have to ask you to please leave.”
Evan gave the petite blonde woman in a tight pencil skirt, tall heels, and black reading glasses a look that said, “fuck off” as he shut his phone off and gathered his notebooks into his black messenger bag. So what if it was a “quiet room.” The room was completely empty and it was the end of the day. There was no way he could have been disturbing anyone.
As he left he reflected on how when he first walked into the law library at the courthouse an hour ago and saw the librarian furiously typing away on her computer in the corner of the room he had considered asking her for a post work drink at his favorite Irish pub down the block. She was absolutely beautiful with her black glasses perched at the end of her nose, her pale blond hair tied into a haphazard bun, and a scowl on her luscious lips. It didn’t hurt that her white fitted shirt clung to her breasts in such a way that all he could think about was what she’d look like with her shirt unbuttoned and hair down as she straddled him on top of her big oak desk.
Now that image was replaced with one of an Ice Queen. He doubted that this frigid bitch hadn’t had a lover in years and he felt sorry for whatever bastard ended up with her.
See what I mean? Now it’s your turn! Tell me, how is your novel progressing?
Note: Yes, I did name my dog after my character.
Stay tuned next week for an excerpt of my shitty first YA Novel, THE GOOD GIRL.