I'm thoroughly enjoying NaNoWriMo -- mostly because I'm on target and that's such a good feeling. Here's an excerpt from one of my early chapters.
Grace and Christophe -- No R
Grace said, “My parents trotted me off to confession where I’d stand in line waiting my turn to talk to the priest. Then I went into the dark little cubicle and knelt down, waiting again, until the priest opened his window. There was a dark screen and you could only hear him, not see him. I was so nervous all I could do was make things up. I remembered most of the Ten Commandments so I’d work my way through those. I told him things I never would have done…not in a million years, but they were the only sins I could think up. When I was eight, I confessed to adultery.”
Her husband burst out laughing, "You never told me that. Did you even know what it meant?”
“Of course not -- I was eight!" Grace said.
They say you should write what you know. I know church. For better or worse, I know church.
I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got a word count to meet. 50,000 words by November 30th.