It's over. Well, for me it is. I hit my 50k. I hit a little more since, but won't update the count again. It was interesting, and fun keeping up with my crit partners and fellow Compuserve forumites, but doubtful I will sign up next year.
Typically I knock out my SFD in 6-8 weeks, linear fashion. I now have about 60,000 words all in bits and pieces. I'm not sure how to go about bridging it together. I think that it will take far longer than I'd hoped. Then I'll still have to edit. But, I did it. That's what counts this time.
Here's a snip, full of NaNoStupids:
“Stay put. Do you hear me?” I grabbed two clips from the drawer, shoving one into my pocket. I hated not to use my revolver, but where Viktor was involved it wouldn’t be a good idea to be caught short on bullets. And the Glock had a silencer.
“Why should I?” Decker followed me toward the door, grabbing his jacket from the back of the sofa. “I promised I’d be with her every step of the way.”
“Because you should have stopped her.” After retrieving the gun from its box, I jammed the clip into place, hard, directly in front of his face. “At worst, you should have called me. Before you hopped a plane to Russia. Do you know how stupid that was – to use your own passport.” I let out a few choice phrases, in Russian. He'd also forced me to come in hurry and use a passport, not in my name, but with my face. And long blonde hair. There would be no time for much disguise.
“I know. But she said-”
“She said? This is great. Frick and Frack.” The silencer hissed as I spun it onto the barrel. “One of you is thinking about only one thing. The other thinking only with one thing.”
Decker whipped the jacket over his shoulder, stuffing his arms through the sleeves.
“You are not coming.” There was obviously no reason in this kid’s head. I unzipped the front pouch of my bag and pulled out the taser. “If I have to use this, and tie you to a chair, I will.”
“You wouldn’t dare…” His words trailed off after a good look to my raised brows and pursed lips. I would do more than dare, without hesitation. “I love her. I have to come.”
“I have eight years of FBI training in precisely this area. And I’m not sure I’ll be able to get her out alive.” It would take everything I had to get myself out of this one alive. If I did I might just kill her myself. “You can’t come because you love her. If you screw this up, she’s dead. Along with you, and probably Eva.”