I think I am hitting my stride on nano so far. The first story in the faery dance troupe series is really starting to take shape. And I am enjoying what I have written so far.

Favorite line from last night:

Ultan, blood trickling down his gray forehead, from an open gash near his hairline stumbled into the ballroom, his hair vanilla hair matted to his forehead where the blood begun to dry.

The word count post at the top has been updated. I originally planned to work on both stories. And I have made small progress on True Darkness.

But writing is fun again. It’s not because of Nano. And may even be because of the story. But I think it’s that I’m allowing myself to just write, create the story as it unfolds (even with the twists that are being thrown at me cause of my wild imagination and the “what-if” factor).