It's 2/3 of the way through November. I'm not really close to 2/3 of the way through my word count yet, but I know I'll catch up in the next couple of days.
As has happened every year (quite unplanned), I find myself with a new character. Back when I thought the plot of Rebellion covered two novels, I wrote large chunks of it over the course of two NaNoWriMo seasons. A couple of the characters who materialised during that process ended up being central to the plot.
I have a feeling this is going to be similarly important...
"What's your name?" Eleanor asked as she put a match to lanterns around the room. The air was damp, and every wick took long moments to dry out and sizzle into life.
"Sit down." The attic room had a warm bed but no chairs; hospitality was supposed to happen in the bar downstairs. Eleanor sat cross-legged beneath the skylight, and waved for the girl to sit on the floor in front of her.
As she bent to her knees the light fell across her face and Eleanor could see her features clearly for the first time: olive skin, dark eyes, full lips, and a jagged, deep scar along her jaw. She noticed the focus of Eleanor's eyes and swept the cloak away from her head as she sat. She pushed her hair back, clearing her face. In so doing she revealed more scars: across her left temple, along her hairline, and at the side of her neck. A small chunk was missing from the top of her right ear.
"Mine aren't the first battle scars you've seen," she said. "They won't be the last."
"What brought you into the revolution?" Eleanor asked. She thought of Lauren's earlier words, and the hatred behind them. "Did the Shadows do this to you?"
"No." She hesitated; looked sideways at the lantern, then down to the floor. "I'm in the Shadow Corps."
Eleanor caught her breath sharply, sliding her knife from its wrist sheath as she exhaled.
(This occurs somewhere in the middle of the first draft of Revolution... not enough plot to be a spoiler, I hope!)