#heyyy i thought maybe I should make an update post

[siarven]

NaNoWriMo 2019 Update #1

Helloooooo, I’ve decided that maybe I should be writing one of these. XD (Also have I mentioned how annoying some of the things and especially the BUGS on this new website are?? ಥ_ಥ) Also also, if I didn’t react to a thing I got tagged in, I’m very sorry, I’m getting only 1/3 of my notifications these days T_T 

Anyways! The first day I wrote 2k for Hope Beyond (I will put up a new short story soon! :3 I have finished one, and the other’s getting there! :D) 

Aaaand I spent the rest of most of the first four days figuring out the middle part and ending of my outline (regarding Elinor’s and Kiyera’s plotline, specifically) You can’t imagine how glad I am, to finally know that I know how Eli ties into this whole mess ahhhhhhhhHHHH So those words are all outline and mostly me rambling to myself about how I will fix things, idk, I counted them because they were words and it’s nanowrimo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So the actual wordcount of Good Proper Words™ for the third draft of As Dreams Collide is currently at ~13K :) 

I also re-discovered the horribly effective existence of the Cold Turkey Writer program, which is how I managed to somehow write more than 8k yesterday. XD It doesn’t let you leave until you’ve written your words :’)) 

✿ Progress

WIP: As Dreams Collide, 3rd Draft (intro post | nanowrimo)

Day 01 - written 6,030 | total 6,030 Day 02 - written 2,007 | total 8,037 Day 03 - written 3,314 | total 11,351 Day 04 - written 4,649 | total 16,000 Day 05 - written 4,167 | total 20,176 Day 06 - written 8,421 | total 28,588

✿ Excerpt

In which Ava has a nightmare while they’re in the hospital, waiting for news on Ben. Idk if I will keep it (for pacing reasons) but I like how it turned out >:3 (She dreams of the day a few weeks past when she and Ben went climbing part of one of the trees in the Sanctuary Grove) The happy memory turns nightmare, though. Trigger warning for blood and some gore, or sth? :’D That part and the tag list are below the cut, the stuff above is just cute :3)

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“Did you see the fuzzydragons?”, Ben asks me excitedly. 

I nod, grinning. “They were so pretty! We really have to find a book about dragons, I want to learn all their names! There are so many different kinds…” He laughs. “I will have to look for one. Maybe in the library?” Then he stops, and just smiles. 

“We did it!” 

And together we look around the trees, enjoying the rustling and singing of all the animals around us. 

There’s a small flock of sparrow-like featherdragons flying towards us, and I watch them come closer. They seem loaded down by something and after a moment I realize that they’re carrying a bunch of (most likely stolen) fruit, crowing in delight to one another as they almost crash-land on one of the branches close to me and Ben.

“Look, Ben!”, I say, laughing, and turn toward him when he doesn’t react.

I guess I should’ve realized that something was off. After all, he hasn’t said anything in a few minutes. That never happens. 

His face is deathly pale, and there’s fear in his eyes, but also an anger so terrible that he’s almost unrecognizable. His eyes change colour as I watch, becoming lighter and starting to glow until they’re amber like Asim Eyes, but completely solid, with the black and white parts entirely gone. 

He turns these horrible eyes on me, and blood starts coming out of his nose, and then from his eyes, too. It’s as if something invisible is scratching at his face, leaving deep claw-marks. He’s shivering, the fingers clenching around the branch white and bloodless. 

Something rams its claws into his forehead and pulls all the way and through his eye down to the jaw, leaving a ravaged bloody mess behind. I scream, trying to fight my impulse to run, then I force myself to take a deep breath and scramble toward Ben to help, don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look—

Ben smiles. His teeth are red with blood and too long, too sharp. Even if his remaining eye is no longer his, I know that he’s in pain, that he’s afraid, and that he’s furious. At me. Does he hate me? 

“Ben?”, I croak. 

“Are you scared?” he taunts. I shiver, shrinking back from him but there’s no-where to go. So much blood, and I can’t even look at his face, his eye—the same eye—

The same eye… as what? For a moment I feel strange, the world off-kilter and wrong. From the corner of my eyes there’s a ghost-like shape, black with glowing red eyes. It leers at me, exposing too many teeth, but when I look directly at it, it’s gone. When the world settles back, Ben is lunging for me, fingers like claws. 

I scream.

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