Well...I just can't seem to write OUT OF SIGHT. I love the concept and I hope to work on it after November is over...but for now I want to work on something that I have outlined (sorta), something that's a little more in my element (contemporary FTW!)
The whole point of NaNoWriMo is to get 50k words in thirty days. In my case it's going to be twenty-four days, but I have two days of school off so I hope to get caught up.
My new NaNo project is not really a new idea. I've been sitting on it for a while now and I've been scared to write it because it's written from both a male's POV and a girl's. I know enough about both characters to distinguish their voices, but I don't know if I have the male voice down...since I'm not a guy.
Here's a scene I just wrote this morning:
Her skin is intoxicating. I haven’t even had anything to drink tonight and already I am drunk. Off of her. The way she smells, the way she bites her lip when she thinks I’m not looking, the way she smells – warm and sweet like hot cocoa. My fingers ache to pull her close, to dance with her like all the other boys and girls bumping and grinding around us. Yeah, bumping and grinding. That’s what they’re doing. Their bodies have become one on the dance floor. No air stands between them. I want it to be like that with Sadie, but I don’t think she wants it to be like that.
I don’t even think she wants to be at this party.
“You want some punch?” she asks, her honey-brown eyes ensnaring mines in their intensity.
Without saying another word she turns around and disappears into the crowd. I watch her walk, not to check her out or anything but because the way she moves – shoulders slumped forward, her steps measured – makes her look like she’s out of her element and maybe she is. Rich girls don’t come to parties like this. They don’t hang around with people like this, people like me.
Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Elliot?” Lily’s voice fills my head and suddenly it’s not Sadie’s face that’s clouding my vision, it’s my best friend – the one that I kissed on the roof of my apartment last week, the one who doesn’t answer my calls, the one who looks the other way when we pass each other in the hallway at school, the one who kissed me back.
“Hey,” I say, as she positions herself in front of me her beer sloshing around in her red plastic cup. “What are you doing here?”
It was a stupid question, I know. But what else am I supposed to say to a girl whose lips I now know the blueprint of?
I'll post up a blurb of what STEALING SADIE is about on my NaNo profile. I'm Endless Dawn if you want to add me. Good luck everyone! : )