I hit 41,000 words today with my Camp NaNoWriMo. I am nowhere near close to being done with it. I wrote a 2,000 word scene today. I think I'm just going to call it a short chapter from Vyra's POV.
Basically, the crew of five has landed on Tundsivin. The desert planet. The planet that holds upsilonium (a word I got from upsilon -- the letter Y, which Pythagoras believed to be the branch between good and evil. This ties into my novel nicely. Why? Upsilonium can be used for good or for evil. On Tundsivin, the isotope of upsilonium is reactive. And it's so reactive that heating it (in a reactor?) will cause the entire galaxy to fall to shambles.
Unrealistic, yes. Do I care? No.
Upsilonium on other planets, when put in air filters, eats up the pollution. Thus, it could be used for good or for evil. I kind of like how my mind works sometimes. I'm more creative than I think.
I might just change the title of Plethora
. I can imagine this really cool font and cover. I'm kind of excited -- I just need to finish the novel by September 15 so I can get a free proof copy. I NEED a free proof copy. Honestly, I doubt I'll be able to edit it in such a short amount of time if I finish it by August, but it must be done. I don't care if it's crappy. It's my first sci-fi novel. The world needs to be redone. The sci-fi elements need to be enhanced. Vyra needs to stop being so bipolar.
But it's perfectly imperfect. And I want a proof copy more than I want an amazing novel. I'm going to zip through it, edit out any blatant mistakes that I find. I can't promise much more. There are probably gaping plot holes, but oh well. I'm running with it.
Mostly I'm just excited that I'm 41,000 words deep in a novel when I haven't written that much in almost two years. I'm going to format the novel until it's beautiful and create an amazing book cover and everything. I am so beyond enthusiastic about it. I'm moving at a quick pace of about 2,000 words a day and each day I'm 2,000 words closer to finishing the novel. Finishing my first venture into sci-fi...
I'm going to look at my kissing scenes from both books and compare them (Into the Scarlet and Plethora). I want to know how much I've improved, if any, from actually being kissed.
Probably not, considering my kissing skills leave a lot to be desired. Ha.
“I know,” he responded gravely. I lifted my head away from his shoulder, staring into his eyes. He stared right back. I knew I looked awful — pale and tired — but something sparked inside of me. And then he leaned forward, just barely. I could almost taste his breath as I inhaled.
His nose nearly touched mine. He was so close, terrifyingly close. Heat rolled off of his body in waves, crashing over me. I felt intoxicated; being so close to me made me feel too much too soon. I moved my face just a centimeter closer to his, our noses finally touching. I sucked in a breath, the water beads on my back mixing with my salty sweat. My mind was racing as his lips slowly brushed mine. I didn’t pull away; I was too caught up in the moment. And even though the back of my mind was telling me, “No, don’t do it, Kera” I decided not to listen to it. I kissed him back, his tongue swirling around mine causing the taste of stale coffee to overpower my mouth. I forcefully thrust my arms around his neck as he pressed me against the door, which slammed shut.
His lips traveled down my neck, caressing the wet skin there. “Simon, this isn’t right,” I whispered into his ear. I didn’t want to lose the connection between us, but I had to. This wasn’t right. I pushed him away from me. His head dipped.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me,” he apologized, rubbing one of his eyes with his hand. He looked so boyish, so little. My chest tightened.
“It’s not your fault,” I whispered, wetting my swollen lips. “It’s mine.”
--Excerpt from Into The Scarlet (written 2009, revised 2010)
She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his face toward her. “I love you,” she breathed. Her hot breath pressed against his face and he inhaled the scent of her floral perfume. He leaned toward her carefully, unsure of himself. Her eyes closed. He broke the distance between them.
He kissed her. He kissed her with everything that he had. He may not be able to say what he wanted, but he would show her – he’d show her all that she meant to him. She was like a breath of fresh air after going too long without oxygen. His hands moved to each side of her face, pressing her closer to him. He teased her with a brief swirl of his tongue. She fought back, drawing his moist tongue farther into her mouth. Warmth spread throughout his body like wildfire, electricity zinging across his skin. God, he couldn’t get enough of her. She was like a drug in herself – addicting and dangerous yet altogether euphoric and mind-blowing.
Shay pulled away, only to move to her exposed neck. She shivered against him as he trailed passionate kisses along the slope of her neck. He sucked lightly on her skin. Gasping, she ran her fingers in his hair as he brought his mouth to her cheek. He laid a soft peck on her cheekbone and then reluctantly shifted away. He didn’t want to stop. He could forego air if he could stay nary an inch away from her.
Glyn looked at him with wide eyes. She was breathless and she was beautiful. “I think,” she started, catching her breath, “if you were here all the time, I wouldn’t need drugs.”
--Excerpt from Plethora (2011)
Clearly I still leave a lot to be desired in my kissing scenes. I'm going to go over it when I revise and hopefully add lots of tension. I don't know. Maybe I'll read a lot of good kissing scenes and take some tips from them. I just want some hot anticipation and all that crap. Like those romance novels I've read one too many times.
Maybe I just need to add tension and take away all the little kisses they had before that. Ha.
God I HAVE SO MUCH TO FIX UP. Yikes.
But I will have Plethora in my hands. I will have a book. A glorious, glorious book. Eeek! I can't wait.