As I said yesterday in my nightly update, I’ve started writing flashback sequences, to help flesh out my characters, and because I was getting bored of the section I was working on. Why am I bored, you might ask (some people say that being bored while writing it makes it boring for your readers). Not true, says I. I’m bored because it’s NaNoWriMo, I write almost 2,000 words a day, and I am simply burnt out. I don’t want to be that way, so my solution was that I needed to find something else to work on. Because the point of NaNo is to write a single book, I resisted the urge to start typing on another work of mine, (I’m not saying you can’t do that, you absolutely can) and instead started working on some scenes I had plotted in my head.
In the process of writing my flashback, I’ve completely changed the story from what I had planned, but thankfully this doesn’t change the middle too much, just the beginning and – possibly – the end (which I’ve not written yet anyway!). So here’s to hoping it all works out in the end!
Today I was on the website of one of my favorite authors, Jessica Day George, and I came to this heart wrenching conclusion:
I need to move to New England. All my favorite authors are in New England and never do book tours in the south.
— Camryn (@CamrynDaytona) November 13, 2015
Claire was ten years old when she began to ignore her imaginary friends. Snowflakes, she told herself (and ice crystals too) could not talk, and it was quite silly to imagine otherwise, because there was nothing life-like about them. She imagined little as she once had, her focus was on Fraulein Trutchen and Miss Louise, not on the objects outside her window.
Fritz grew into a healthy young boy, an odd boy, but healthy, and Claire wanted nothing more than to be rid of her annoying brother by the time she was eleven. It was when she was thirteen that she first heard it, a faint calling from out in the snow. Emily said that she was hearing spirits, and that she absolutely must ignore them for her own sake, and slammed the door, leaving her standing in shock and confusion.
Claire followed her advice, and ignored the strange sounds she heard, pretending not to notice when small voices echoed at her from the darkness, or when she heard singing from the woods, or imagined she could hear the voices of the fishes in the pond outside.
This version of the waltz scene is a bit odd, because it has no male characters, just a bunch of women dancing together, which is great, but different from what I expected.