I signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. It is a program ran by the non-profit organization that runs NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in November. My goal is to write 500 words a day (or 15,000 words) on top of the 25,000 that I already have in the book that I am working on. Hence my 40,000-word goal.
You can look for me on there under my name Hayley Green. I am working on my book “Discovering Werewolves” (Working title and will be changed). I’m not sure where the story is going at this point, hence why the synopsis sucks. But I can give you the excerpt here:
“What are you?” Gina piped in. Flynn’s eyes flashed yellow as they stared at me for a moment, and I heard Chris’s sharp inhale. I couldn’t help but think those eyes were directed toward me. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to share my theories or what I had seen. I felt insanely guilty, even though he had never sworn me to silence.
A faint phrase tugged at my mind, barely there. Not a memory, but in Flynn’s voice. I don’t want my business aired out with everyone else’s dirty laundry. I may have made a colossal mistake. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I shouldn’t have shared my theories.” I said, in a small whisper.
Flynn’s eyes were still yellow, but my apology seemed to placate him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again they were his normal color again. He focused his attention on Gina.
“Frankly, that is none of your business. And I wouldn’t go looking in to it either. I don’t think you realize how dangerous this is. If you knew the answer to the question, you quite possibly could be killed for knowing.” His voice was harsh and cold. All of us lowered our eyes in shame. In this case, it seemed, curiosity really could kill the cat.
“And as for you,” he said, his voice still harsh, but not quite as cold. I couldn’t meet his eyes. He pulled up my chin with his hand, forcing me to look at him and spreading tingles and heat to my face. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. If the wrong people get wind of your theories, you could get seriously hurt, or even killed. And I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. So no more sharing, okay?”
I nodded as much as was possible with his grip on my chin. He gave a small smile and let go, the tingles disappearing with his touch. Was it just me, or did the tingles get stronger every time he touched me? It must be a trick of my imagination. The tingles were probably some weird sort of sensation analogous to butterflies in the stomach. A nervous reaction. They didn’t mean I was attracted to him. Because I wasn’t.
Who else is doing Camp NaNoWriMo? What are your projects? What is your goal? You can paste a link to your profile in the comments below and I will check them out!
My link to my camper profile is here: https://campnanowrimo.org/campers/hayley-green
The link to my project is here: https://campnanowrimo.org/campers/hayley-green/projects/discovering-werewolves-working-title