Today I celebrate crossing 39,600 words of the 50,000 word target for NaNoWriMo. I have made connections with so many writers with all kinds of writing and publishing experience to share. I am so excited about taking the WIP I have worked on this month forward to pitch it to an agent and ultimately a publisher. In the meantime I will find another 99 words to fit the picture that follows:
“The last dry log,” Perkins declared, placing the piece of wood on the dimming fire.
“There is no more?” Alice questioned.
“None,” Perkins confirmed.
The six remaining survivors of Flight 169 shivered in the ever increasing snowstorm. Thin airline blankets were no match for single degree temperatures on Mount Raymond.
“We’re going to die,” Mandy said.
“Don’t say that!” Eric said pulling her closer.
“Why don’t they come for us?” Jerry asked.
“They don’t know where we are!” Kelly answered.
The wind howled as the conversation stopped while everyone watched the fire begin to consume the last dry log.