Day four of NaNoWriMo! I woke up this morning rather awed. I waited three looooooooong months for November, and now it’s passing in a flash.

But I’m much more optimistic about my story than yesterday. I reread my post and thought it rather melancholic. I’m up to 7,002 words, and making progress! Yay! And, I wrote a scene I really like this morning:

I plugged it in again and dialed voicemail.
“Please enter your password,” crackled from the phone.
Uh….
I pressed a couple numbers and waited.
“You have one unheard message. One unheard message, sent July 15th, 10:09 AM.”
I grinned, plunking down on the couch.
“Hey, Chloe, this is Mum–”
I froze, staring at the phone like it was a bomb, ticking down to my demise. Wait, July 15th?
“–sorry about that. I’m gonna need you to call them for me, all right? Oops, I’m gonna have to go…almost ran into the guy in front of me….” She chuckled.
“Anyway, I’ll be back in time for dinner, ‘kay? Talk to you later. Love–” Screams from the recording. Mum gasped and started shouting my name. The roar of something, growing louder and louder….
Her voice–how did I turn it off–I didn’t want to hear her! I pressed a button.
The default female voice came back on. “Message repeated.”
Mum’s voice again. “Hey, Chloe, this is Mum, and I’m at the store, but I forgot–”
No!
I pressed another button with a “beep” from the phone.
“Message saved. Continue to archives?”
I jammed the end call button down before it could take me to the archives and play it all over again.
My heart hammered. The phone slipped from my fingers and thumped on the floor.

For anyone wondering, July 15th is a month and a half before the story starts, the day the heroine’s mother dies.

It, of course, needs some serious help (what rough draft doesn’t? ), and I’ll probably hate it tomorrow and bop myself over the head for posting it on my blog, but yeah. The joys of NaNoWriMo-ing.