And We Are Ashes, Chapter 4, Part 1

I really wanted to get more done, it being the first day and all, but today was also my check up PET/CT scan to make sure the cancer is really gone and that always wipes me, so I lost several hours to that, a headache so awful it made me cry and a desperately needed nap. Still. I hit target and that's just fine.

2136 / 50000 words. 4% done!

Today's Word Count: 2,136
Current Total Word Count: 55,307
Estimated Total Word Count: ~100,000
What's bad: God, all of it? I forgot how much NaNo makes me feel everything coming out of my fingers SUCKS OUT LOUD.
What's good: That I've been going on despite that? I don't know yet. Ask me tomorrow.
What pleases me: The fact that Mary relies on Dean is no newsflash—there's a reason he calls Dean Mommy's Little Enforcer—but he realizes that he's always seen it as one directional; Mary accepting her son's service like a particularly angry goddess deigning to take the offerings of her priests. Uncomfortably, it occurs to him now that he's the one who's been seeing it one directionally, failing to see Dean as himself, a man and hunter apart from their mother.

I think I'm going to make myself post at midnight or thereabouts each night to record my progress. What's here doesn't match today's word count because, to avoid breaking in the middle of a scene, I backtracked to the scene break. For those keeping track, this chapter correlates to "Asylum". Previous parts are here

( Sam cradles his glass of warming beer between his palms and thinks about how he'd like to talk to someone. )

And We Are Ashes: Chapter Four, Part 2

Today was an egg-suck of a day. But I still more than made my word count, so yay for perserverance in the face of suck-ass.

5143 / 50000 words. 10% done!

Today's Word Count: 3,007
Current Total Word Count: 5,143
Estimated Total Word Count: ~100,000
What's bad: The feeling that I'm just rehashing instead of reinterpreting.
What's good: I really feel like I fell into the window in the story today. I've found Sam again. Now if only I could find my Mary voice.
What pleases me: >"Dean…"

"What?"

"I lost my shoe again." Sam holds the shoe up by its fraying laces.

Dean looks back, makes a face. His shoulders slump and he comes back to Sam. "Here. Sit down. We can fix that." Dean rummages in the overflowing garbage for a couple sheets of newspaper, marked and circled in Mom's red ink pen. He crumples them up and shoves them into the toe of the too-large sneaker. "Here. Now that should help. And then we'll tie them real tight. Double knots. Good?"

Sam nods. "Good. Thanks, Dean."

Previous parts are here

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( Are we talking 'Two Bottles of Relish' never recovered or 'A Cask of Amontillado' never recovered? )