My NaNoWriMo Challenge
Okay dudes and dudettes
I mentioned before how I had signed up to do the NaNo challenge. 50000 words in 30 days. My origional story fell to pieces and with my Dad being sick and in the hospital, I had no heart for it.
Well a good friend of mine, in an effort to cheer me up sent me a sort of romantic fantasy to take my mind of things. I made the comment that I could do better and they so challenged me. So I have taken their origional idea and it has taken off.
It’s the middle of the month, so to finish I have alot of work to do, but in the first day I wrote 4800 words. And it didn’t take all that long. This particular story just flies on it’s own, with little help from me.
Here’s the particulars…it’s a first person perspective…although I’m playing with the idea of also changing to the guy’s perspective…
It’s a romance… and yes, it’s sappy and goopy and you’ll have to black mail me to read all of it. But now that it’s moving along I guess I can post excerpts. Such as the opening few paragraphs:
The Portrait
I was heading to North Carolina from Chicago to surprise my best-friend and her new husband. They had just been married a year and I had been unable to go to their reception. As I got on the plane I wondered who I would get stuck sitting next to. To my delight there was a handsome man sitting next to my seat. “Well,” I thought, “maybe this won’t be boring.”
You turned out to be a delightful diversion. As I came to our isle, you turned to look at me. I could see you glance over my body. I was dressed simply in a white shirt and black slacks, comfortable clothes for a plane flight, but I could see the interest spark in your eyes. As I put my bag overhead I smiled to myself, nope, definitely not boring.
I sat down and gave you a smile, you smiled in return and I felt my skin warm in response. We introduced ourselves and were soon lost in discussion. As we talked I stole glances at your form. You had dark hair and eyes that spoke volumes. Your body was mature and strong, and you gave the impression of strength and I felt my body respond to that strength.
We soon got to what we did for a living and you explained that you were an artist. “In fact, I was just thinking you would make a wonderful subject for a painting.”
I was immensely flattered but I had never considered myself the sort of woman men would want to paint. I felt my eyes warm and I smiled and said thank you.We moved onto other subjects of conversation. However, I could tell your mind was now elsewhere. Your expressive eyes moved over my body and I could see your body respond to whatever it was you saw. I kept up the conversation so that you wouldn’t feel awkward while you clearly appreciated what you saw. I felt my skin warm and my breathing heighten from the attraction I felt building between us. Your nearness was definitely having an effect on my body, I could feel a warmth building below as your very expressive warm eyes moved over my body. To distract myself and you, I smiled impishly and chuckled, “What’s on your mind? I can see that your obviously not hearing a word I’m saying.” I laughed as you mentally pulled your mind back from whatever daydream you were indulging in.
“I’m sorry,” You said. “I keep thinking of what a wonderful portrait you would make.” I smiled openly, “ I’m flattered, but why on earth would you want to paint me?” This I still couldn’t believe, even though the idea of having you paint me warmed me as nothing else had.
At that moment, the stewardess announced we were getting ready to land. I masked my dismay that I would soon be parting from your delightful and intriguing company. This flight could have gone forever as far as I was concerned.
Please forgive any and all typo’s, grammatical errors, and whatnot….I’m still getting the handle on proper writing.
