It's the third day of National Novel Writing Month, and I'm already starting to feel the strain. It used to be easy for me to write 2,000 words a day. Well, let me rephrase: it used to be easier. These days it feels more like work, less like pure pleasure. Don't get me wrong, it's the kind of work that leaves me satisfied. So writing isn't always a downhill journey for me. So sometimes it's an uphill climb. The view from the top, though? Hell, that'll always be worth it.
To celebrate 5000 hard-won words, here's an excerpt of The Assistant, where Nick Kurosawa first meets his future employer, Jacob Umber. I hope you enjoy it!
There was no name or sign on the door, but a small sign proclaimed the same hours Alex had written on the card, handwritten in jade-green ink. A bell over the door jangled atonally. He had the instant sensation of being watched, though he saw nobody; only a shadowy depth of shelves and bric-a-brac, crowded to the ceiling. Hanging from the ceiling, in a few cases. A cow skull leered at him eyelessly. A dented, rusty sword hung suspended in sisal. A brown trunk was tucked in a hammock of crossed leather straps.
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It's definitely been a shift for me, not writing SFF! The first iteration of the idea was urban fantasy, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it wanted to be its own thing, without any wizards or vampires (so far!). Fantasy and science fiction will always be my hometown, but I can tell this is going to be an interesting trip.