NaNoWriMo '12: Synonymity
While I’ve been doing most of my NaNo updates on my Writing Blog and the NaNoWriMo Project, I decided to do an update here, because why not.
Current word count: 26,207 words —> This makes me happy because I’m on schedule to get to 60,000 words (personal goal), but more importantly I’m more than halfway towards winning!!
MCs —> I’ve got three of them: Ayva, Viv and Bug. Problem is, only Bug and Ayva are in Part II (I skip around a lot in writing thanks to Scrivener). I’ve got a very strong handle on Bug, in fact, she’s my favourite character I’ve ever written.
Bug starts out as a 7-year-old girl who is a victim of domestic abuse, ten years go by and she’s this hardened badass, snarky girl who doesn’t know how to trust anyone, not even Ayva, her sister (technically they share the same DNA). I was worried she was going to be very Mary Sue, but I don’t think so anymore because she is both my hero and my villain.
Ayva’s main story is in Part I and her story arc is the one love arc in my novel, and while she stays sort of naive the entire novel, she becomes more self-actualized and really wants to help Bug. If any of them are leaning towards Mary Sue though, It’s Ayva.
Then there’s Viv. My problem character. She is very important to the plot, but she’s such a flat character, so I can’t cut her out. She disappears after Part I, but because she’s a POV character, I need to improve her. The problem is, I don’t know how without making her too similar to Ayva. The two are supposed to be similar, but I don’t want them to be the same.
Anyway, this was my little procrastination of the day. I guess I’ll leave you with a little snippet and the cover I made! (I don’t own the original photo)
‘I felt my heart set on fire. It pumped liquid magma throughout my body, forcing me to open my frozen lungs and gasp for air. My eyes snapped open with a slight crack and my breathes became quicker. That’s when I saw her. My doppelgänger. She slipped her top teeth over her bottom teeth and formed a type of smile that had never played across my own face. I suddenly became aware of how cold I was and shivered. I watched as she leaned over me, gripping the sides of the basin-type bed I lay in. I was frozen where I lay, unsure of what was going on around me. My doppelganger’s lips brushed against my ear and she whispered, “Welcome back to hell darling.”’