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NaNo Word Count: 23,200

Okay, technically, we’re at the onset of Day 12 but I’m quite happy with my progress, as much as the story itself may suffer. In the meantime, ideas stream in, perhaps not for the future, but certainly to fill in the missing information from early in the story. If I finish roughly near 50,000 (I may supersede the needed goal by about 5,000, but in those moments when I’m struggling to find the words — mmm, no), I’m confident I can clean it up and layer in another 25,000 easily, but I won’t try it until I know my story line is more solid. I suspect the story is a bit under populated at the moment, but I haven’t decided how I want to handle it. Tgorik disappeared earlier than I anticipated and Tonwyn showed up a bit unexpectedly.

Heh, well, at least I know who my antagonist is now. That’s always a plus!

Enter into our story the Dark Fae, Xsena, born of the unnatural coupling between a sister and a brother. Horribly twisted and evil, Xsena seeks the elements of black fire, believing the dark flame will provide the impetus necessary for her to breach the Maze of Asandomere and seize control of those Otherworlds beyond.

Background: Using the magic of her blackened tongue, Xsena cast a spell, enslaving Lauyuseth, Lord of the Anubai, and using his legions of jackal-headed dogmen, stormed Casslak, the Castle of the Lake. After banishing Geth to the Darkworld Keep and imprisoning Sindra, the love of his life, along with her maiden, Tonwyn, Xsena set up residence in their beloved castle. Intent on using Asandomere’s Table of Knowledge to find the elements she needs and locate Otherworld portals, Xsena employs the yap-happy seer of the emerald eye (it’s the 3rd eye, the green one at the center of his forehead), a 3-foot tall Squawling addicted to idle chatter and anything that isn’t broken.

Together the two of them threaten to doom all of Eterna and the metaverse as we know it. But fear not! Trust that they will be thwarted, oh yes indeed, they will be thwarted … severely!

Tonwyn and Sindra have already escaped.

Now, if I could only figure out what compels evil …

The world is a big, sad place when one feels alone against the masses. I asked for help and support from people I believed were friends and they’ve responded with little more than silence. It’s a slice of reality I didn’t expect, though perhaps I should have seen it coming.

Maybe I’m too old for encouragement but the lack of it is pretty dispiriting.

It’s the close of day 7 and I begin day 8 with 15,030 words. My story isn’t strong, my plot gapes with holes, but my characters are relaxed and seem to do okay as long as I get out of the way. I’m a little concerned about what might happen to Tgorik once Aris enters the picture. I get the sense that he might be more possessive than to allow another to assume the lead role of Breece’s protector. However, I also have images of him dying, though I’m not sure how or why. I can’t decide if I should follow my gut or try to keep the story moving in the direction I think it should go.

I’m pleased with my progress and happy for the freedom. For now, they’re both positive signs. Maybe I want to be a writer after all. :)