So as I mentioned before, I'm participating in NaNoWriMo. This will be my third year, and hopefully my third year winning.
I got a late start because just like last year, I was unprepared, and I kept switching projects.
To make a long story short, instead of the post-apocalyptic romance, I'm working on the rewrite of my YA Contemp novel. So much for taking risks, huh?
I don't have a lot done, but here's the beginning.
"Let's do it," Cord said, pulling off his shirt. His tan muscles gleamed in the pale moonlight, and the cool summer breeze that rose up from the river made each strand of his hair dance in front of his faraway eyes.
Liv tugged at the bottom of my shirt.
"Come on, Kenny," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
I shook my head. Getting naked in front of a crowd of people who I barely knew was definitely not my thing. It wasn't Liv's either. But whenever she got drunk, which was every time she threw a party, she turned into a completely different person.