#NaNoWriMo Day 10

So, it’s Sunday.

Yes, yes, I know what you’re going to say. “But Jason,” you say, “it’s after midnight, so that makes it Monday!”

Well, I say, poppycock! (Who says “poppycock” anymore, honestly?) It’s not Monday until the sun comes up. I’ve had enough of this “the new day starts in the middle of the night” crap!

What? Oh, right, #NaNoWriMo. That’s what I’m supposed to be talking about.

Well, let’s see where we’re at:

NaNoWriMo_Day_10What’s that? Yup! That’s 52,140 words! Wooo! VICTORY IS MINE!

Except, not “victory” since my overall goal is 90k for the month. But, still, at this pace I’m on track to write 150k in the month (if there’s that much story left in “Contamination,” which there isn’t. I’m closing in on the climax now).

So, if you’ve been reading all of my #NaNoWriMo posts, you’re probably asking, “Where’s Gabby? You keep promising a Gabby excerpt!” (Okay, I know there’s probably no one asking that, but you’re getting one anyway). I should probably also mention how anything you see here COULD constitute major spoilers. Just FYI:

Callia took out a bow and quiver and handed them to Gabby. “Here,” she said. “It’s easy.” She grabbed another set of bow and arrows for herself, along with a couple of the paper targets, and some funny looking pieces of leather. Then she led Gabby around to the front of the haystacks and pinned the targets to them with tacks. Once that was done, she led Gabby across the field. They stopped when they were just past a little flag that stuck up out of the ground by their feet.

“This is a hundred feet,” Callia said.

“A hundred?” Gabby asked. “Can’t we start off a little bit closer?” The targets looked a long way off to her. “I’ll never hit anything from here!”

Callia shook her head and said, “There you go again with, ‘I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.’ How many times have I told you that you need to be more positive, and believe in yourself.”

“Give me your hand,” Callia said. The leather thing turned out to be an armband, and she strapped it over Gabby’s left wrist. “This is to protect your arm when the bowstring snaps.”

Gabby strapped the quiver over her shoulder and picked up the bow in her right hand. Callia sighed and shook her head. “Hold it with your left hand,” she said.

“But I’m right handed,” Gabby said.

“So you hold the arrow in your right hand,” Callia said. “Here, let me show you.”

She handed Gabby an arrow, then stepped around behind her. “Keep your back straight,” she said. She reached around Gabby from behind and pulled her close. Gabby stood very still when she felt Callia’s breasts pressed against her back. “Nock the arrow like this.” She guided Gabby’s trembling fingers and helped her set the arrow on the bow string.

Callia guided Gabby’s hands and aimed at the target. “Just relax, and take your time. Focus on the target.” In that moment, Gabby couldn’t focus on anything but the way Callia’s warm breath tickled her neck. “And… release.”

They let the arrow go and it flew across the field, then sank into the target, just a bit off-center. “See?” Callia whispered in Gabby’s ear. “Easy.”

Gabby just nodded. Then Callia stepped away and said, “Now you try.” Gabby bit her lip and tried to hide her disappointment when Callia moved to the side.

Awkward archery lesson is awkward!

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3 thoughts on “#NaNoWriMo Day 10”

  1. First of all (and really, the most important) is that Sherlock Holmes says poppycock (see Elementary for further reference material or just for plain fun).

    Second: congrats. I know I didn’t believe you when you said you could do it, and I’m a bit sad that my mocking opportunity was so rudely taken away, but DAMN, you are rocking this!

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