NaNo Day 8
Today's Word Count = 3,370
Total = 13,844
Woot! I'm caught up again. And thankfully, I didn't have to switch projects.
I've discovered that I like to write scenes where characters get angry. Perhaps this is because I avoid conflict in my own life. I think you can really learn a lot about your characters by determining what it will take to make them yell, to make them kick ass, to make them wildly, shaking mad. I think it's the best way to remind myself of what their motivation is - what they're passionate about.
So today, facing a scene that sounded boring, I decided to create some conflict and show a new side of my main character. It changed that scene and the next one quite drastically. But, it flowed! So the change was good.
In honor of this small breakthrough, I thought I'd share a short excerpt from that scene. Keep in mind this is ugly, unedited, first draft. But, it gives you a taste of the world and the characters that I'm trying to create. Happy Hump Day! Enjoy.
Davros closed the distance between himself and the Lead Guard, putting his face near hers.
“A dragon is dead,” he said, over-enunciating every word. “Murdered. In your district.” For the first time, the Lead Guard took a step back, seeming less sure.
Despite that, she was quick to defend herself, “I’m aware that a terrible thing has happened he-” she broke off as Davros slammed his fist against the Dragonguard symbol embroidered on his left breast.
“Do you see this?” he asked. “Do you see the one on your own uniform? Dragon. Guard. Our first duty is to protect the dragons.”
“We also have a duty to the people of this kingdom,” the woman said. She pushed herself back into Davros’s space and enunciated her own words with hand gestures between them. “One of the most important parts of my job in my district is keeping families like the Cestors happy. That’s a long-standing directive handed down from Headquarters.” She broke away from the tense moment and moved to swing the door of the station open. She held it for Went and Davros.
When neither man made a move to step through, her lips formed a snarl and she said, “Maybe living as you do in the barracks at Headquarters and traveling always from Keep to Keep, you can afford to be idealistic and show perfect reverence to the dragons and the Blood. But here on the ground, we might not see a dragon for a year. We live and work among the people here and are held accountable by the people.”
The first birds of morning began to chirp, breaking the stillness left after he statement. Davros gave a nod and cleared his throat. “Rest assured, Guard Wilmon, you will not be held accountable for the actions of your superior Guard. I order you to give me the address of the Cestors and a vehicle to transport us there. Immediately.”