It’s now 30 days since I started the last volume of my trilogy, and I have written just over 64,000 words. I’d have qualified for my NaNoWriMo victory medal. I’ve stuck to my 2000 words a day goal plus some, catching up when I’ve had distractions like visits from children, the men who came to mow, and the fact that it’s been very hot, or stormy or both.
I’m living and breathing in the Tenth Century. It’s a strange experience, but I’m pleasantly surprised that momentum hasn’t slowed. Another month bar accidents and acts of God, and the first draft will be finished.
In the shadows of the tide,
In the hollows of the dunes,
In the windswept yellow sedge,
The forgotten creatures hide.
When the night is deepest dark,
At the hour of the wolf,
Twixt dog and wolf, when cats
Are grey, then you must heark
To the voices in your head—
For the tales told by the fire,
Whispered low as flames leap higher,
Are the voices of your dead.