Let's Look At Where I Have Not Been...

1. Here
2. There
3. Everywhere
4. Nowhere

Where I have been:

1. Writing land
2. Twitter :p
3. Figment

...Yup, that's basically it :)

So to make up for my lack of posting (I hope), I'll post some of my favorite [unedited] scenes for you lovely people :) 

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Despite wallowing in self-pity for most of the days journey, Carter found that he still couldn't extinguish his sorrow. Not wanting to be pitied, he moved to sit on the edge of the forest away from the group, wrapping himself in cool darkness.

As he did, the tree tops illuminated only by the pale moon, he looked up at the mountains, their goal. Their sides shot straight up to the heavens, black rock slicing down the white surface here and there. The tips came to unimaginably sharp points that seemed to want to cut the night's skin in half like fabric, spilling the stars on the world below.

These mountains stood between Irunda and Mievren; between a tyrant country and a country filled with slaves; between the group of rebels and hoard of people wishing for freedom.

- end of chapter 1

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Just having her there, Carter felt better. He felt his breathing slowing to a more normal pace. He went to brush his hair back from his face, but stopped short. He looked down to see his hand was entwined with Mari’s. Stupidly, he stared at it.

Mari raised an eyebrow, then looked down. Almost simultaneously, they both blushed.

“I, uh...” Carter started.

“This was...” Mari stuttered.

“How did...”

“Um, you...”

“Like...?”

“Last night...”

“Oh...”

“Um, yeah...”

“O-ok.”

The two friends looked around -- looked at anything really save each other -- before awkwardly detaching their hands. Neither’s blush ceased, unfortunately, and an equally awkward silence befell them. Carter looked forward and around the camp, trying not to meet Mari’s eyes, while Mari looked around the woods and down at her lap, trying not to meet Carter’s eyes.

- somewhere in the middle

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Ricky scratched his head tiredly as he mounted his horse, making sure her hooves were covered in some strange and cool anti - cold thing that allowed her to tromp through snow like no one’s business. Rubbing his eyes, he chewed on some dried meat and wished he had a sandwich instead. A turkey and mustard one, with layers of lettuce and beef tartar in between, maybe even a dash of salt and pepper. His mouth watered at the thought of it, the dried meat turning to sawdust in his mouth.

Itching his cheek at the thought, he continued to envision other delicious foods he would have to wait for. Clam chowder with its slight tastelessness made better by the side of shrimp covered in spicy sauce with a side of fruit salad. Oh, a mass of blueberries, strawberries, and avocado on top of fresh lettuce with thin slices of apples, and shredded asiago cheese sprinkled over the top with a few drops of red wine for flavor. And then beside the soup and the salad would be the world’s freshest baked bread, so fresh it would dent if you handled it too roughly. It’s crust light brown and its inside so white and fluffy Ricky could fall asleep right on top of it. He would take his silver knife and spread a thick layer of a virgin maid’s butter over it, and he would sink his teeth into it, and then he would marry that maid.

And at their marriage ceremony, there would be a huge roast pig with an apple in its mouth, its hide sparkling from being cooked so perfectly, parsley and basil scattered across its back and more of his new wife’s butter dripping down it’s side. It would fill the hall with its rich scent of what was to come. And Ricky would stand behind it, his new wife at his side, and he would carve that pig so everyone could taste how magnificent it was.

“Ricky!”

Ricky jolted from his reverie, brought sorrowfully back to the cold waste lands of the snowy mountains, to see Ila trotting up towards him. She smiled sheepishly, handing him a red apple.

“It’s the last fresh one, no one else was particularly interested, and someone should probably eat it before it goes bad.”

Ricky beamed, probably looking like an idiot, and gratefully took the apple, sinking his teeth into its crisp flesh, chewing slowly, savoring its sweetness. Marry me please! he thought, and would’ve said it had his mouth not been full. Before he could say it aloud though, Ila moved on.

- just wrote this yesterday

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I would like to give a shout out to Destiny, who was able to inspire me to write that last scene last night and reach my 30k word goal for the day :D So thank you!!

Truthfully, this book has a ridiculously dark and heavy atmosphere most of the time, only made better by the scenes above. No worries, it all turns out good in the end :) I'm fairly bent on finishing it now, as I have written 30,000 words of it haha, might as well finish it now!!

I have to say, I'm really enjoying the NaNoWriMo prep talks, they make me feel preppy XD My favorite line from the one today, by Lev Grossman, was: 

"Forget that stuff about the odds being in your favor. What does that even mean? Screw the odds. There are no odds. You're the writer, and writers make their own odds."

(WOOT FOR CATCHING FIRE COMING OUT ON FIRDAY!! :D XD)

I'm a writer. I'm doing NaNo. I'm crazy. There are no odds. LOL so here I go, plunging perfectly in ultimate chaos where my paragraphs will seem more and more like the first sentence of that third excerpt (which was brilliant, was it not? XD). 

Whatever. It's a first draft :D

Back to writing!!

~Emma

P.S.

It seems I've been listening to a ton of Pentatonix while I write, and if you don't know who that is, you have got to check them out XD

^ Feat. Lindsey Stirling (aka epic violinist) ^