Greetings from the almost mid-point of #NaNoWriMo!
Just to give everyone a bit of an update, I’m currently over 20,000 words into my novel and working my way slowly toward the 50,000 mark.
Here is a brief beginning to my novel:
Between Lake and Tent Stakes
The pool chlorine covered the odor of the dead body as bright red leaves fell into the campground’s large rectangle pool. The water level in the deep end when full was eight feet, but with winter approaching, it had been drained from its normal depth to about half. Four feet of water and a sloping ledge meant the poor floater didn’t die here. Deep purple bruises around the base of the head, the duct tape around the wrists, and no tinge of blood in the putrid pool water would be suspect. The body must be moved and quickly.
Standing in the shadows of the bathroom area, a tall figure evaluated the scene. The vast woods and lake offered enough of a refuge for the decaying corpse. Indeed, the campground could easily close for a week for maintenance, and the body could be burned. Ashes mixed well in the soil. A flick of his wrist gave the command for the two other figures to crawl out from the shadows. They sat underneath the open umbrella at one of the flimsy green and white patio sets. The plastic chairs frozen cold with dew didn’t offer much comfort. But comfort was the last thing any of the three thought of while looking downward into that pool.
“Don’t tell, Lula,” whispered the tall man to his two accomplices.
Slowly, the younger man slipped down in to the pool, lugging the water logged body up through the shallow end. He whispered the rosary’s Hail, Mary.
“Can’t carry him , no more, sir,” said the soaked young man. His arms straining to lift up the weight of the body and soaked through winter gear.
“Grab the wheelbarrow,” said the taller man. He brought a large tarp just in case. While waiting for the wheelbarrow, the man rolled the corpse onto the tarp, laced parachute cord through the metal grommets, and tied the body up. In the morning, he would pressure wash the pool deck. Fortunately, the concrete gave up its secrets without much coaxing.
Question: How’s your novel coming? Any tips for finishing well?