You know what sucks about National Novel Writing Month?
You start out thinking that you have to write 1666 words per day but then you wake up on day 9 and realize that since you haven't written anything more substantial than 9 blog posts and approximately 500 tweets you're 1) Totally fucked and/or 2) going to have to write 2500 words per day for the next 20 days.
(If you're the betting type, go with #1.)
Seriously folks, I haven't gotten TO the prologue yet - nevermind PAST the prologue.
So, I need some help.
I'll start the story, but I need you all to keep it going.
6000 of you read my blog every day. If you could leave your contributions in the comments we'll hit 50,000 words in no time. Not to mention the Guiness Record for most authors of a single book.
And I'll use the proceeds from out best seller (because all of our mom's will buy a copy!) to host a real life #wineparty in Hawaii.
Deal?
Great.
Here are the rules: I write a sentence. The first commenter adds another. And so on and so on...
I'll start...
She had worked late - too late - she thought, driving home on an empty highway.
The headlights of her car played off the center lines, and she counted them as they fell away into the darkness behind her.
Posted by: Jeff Loquist | November 10, 2011 at 09:06 AM
She was thinking that it was a nice change of pace to have the road to herself.
Posted by: wasnt_serious | November 10, 2011 at 09:26 AM
The centerline strobed by, the tires hummed soothingly against the pavement, and her eyes fluttered involuntarily closed before the loud 'thump' startled her immediately back to pulse pumping awareness.
Posted by: Jim W. | November 10, 2011 at 09:39 AM
She wearily rubbed her temples and glanced at the passenger seat, where the day's newspaper sat open to that ridiculous article.
Posted by: Cole | November 10, 2011 at 09:51 AM
Why did they have to write such horrible things about her? She immediately felt stupid for reading the article in the first place.
Posted by: Jenny | November 10, 2011 at 10:28 AM
Another thump....WTF!?
Posted by: Rebecca | November 10, 2011 at 10:53 AM
"Perfect!" she mumbled to herself. This is exactly what I needed to make this day a complete disaster. She slowly edged the 2010 BMW to the shoulder of the deserted road.
Posted by: Angie Uncovered | November 10, 2011 at 11:09 AM
Undoing her seatbelt, she thought about how horribly this entire week had gone.
Posted by: Bewildered Bug | November 10, 2011 at 11:47 AM
"Shit"! ...no bars on the cell phone.
Posted by: Sue | November 10, 2011 at 11:47 AM
"Julie, Julie...Julie" She thought to herself as she laid her head back against the seat rest. She closed her eyes and thought about what she should do next...
Posted by: Carol | November 10, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Light filtered through the trees lining the road. "Well at least I'm not the only car on the road." she thought. Immediately her mind flashed to countless news tips and her mother's own words, "Stay in your car!"
Posted by: Angie Uncovered | November 10, 2011 at 12:03 PM
The light was moving closer. A flashlight? I don't think there are any houses in this area so who is it?
Posted by: katzmeow | November 10, 2011 at 01:50 PM
The light stopped moving and then suddenly turned off.
Posted by: Jane Ernst | November 10, 2011 at 02:26 PM
A chill caught her as she slid down in her seat. "It couldn't be him..." she thought. "No, I was way too careful" she whispered to herself as she prayed it was the fear playing mind games with her.
Posted by: Kristen Shaw | November 10, 2011 at 03:11 PM
Julie trembled as the familiar sound of his footsteps came closer. There was no escaping now. She knew it was morally wrong, but was fate bringing them together again?
Posted by: J | November 10, 2011 at 03:37 PM
Her mind flashed back to the events of their last encounter, and she immediately reached for her purse. She knew she needed to reach her gun before her reached her car!!
Posted by: Wicked | November 10, 2011 at 03:42 PM
Before HE reached her car.... Sorry about that last typo! Small keypad on the iPhone sucks!!
Posted by: Wicked | November 10, 2011 at 03:44 PM
Where is my purse? She searched feverishly throughout the car but it was nowhere to be found.
Posted by: Ken | November 10, 2011 at 04:09 PM
"Damn" she thought, "I left it at work". "I'm not putting up with him again" she thought as she slammed the car into gear and screeched forward. Thump.
Posted by: David | November 10, 2011 at 04:34 PM
"Everything alright ma'am" drawled the cop, as she sighed in relief. Thank god I didn't find the gun, she thought.
Posted by: Moomser | November 10, 2011 at 04:42 PM
Suddenly, another car zoomed past, it's headlights briefly illuminating the area around her; nothing there, was it her imagination?
Posted by: KT | November 10, 2011 at 04:43 PM
No cell phone, no gun, no car. Maybe the article about her was right: she was the most clumsy murderer in the world.
Posted by: Eve | November 10, 2011 at 05:15 PM
Well, this tire is not going to fix itself. She got out, opened the trunk, and stopped. She would have to be wearing her best high heels and pencil skirt.
Posted by: Gwynne | November 10, 2011 at 06:56 PM
Her heart was racing. She felt the chill of fear gush through her veins. Her teeth were chattering as her eyes filled with tears.
Posted by: linda | November 10, 2011 at 09:38 PM
Fumbling through her trunk, she found the spare and the jack, but the tire iron was nowhere to be found.
Posted by: Rebecca | November 10, 2011 at 11:52 PM
What now? There was nothing for it but to try and walk to help. There no houses in sight but surely one couldn't be far away? Ditching the heels she began plodding up the dark and lonely highway.
Posted by: Janine Fitzpatrick | November 11, 2011 at 02:50 AM
She stopped. Her heart pounding, What was that sound?
Posted by: M.G | November 11, 2011 at 11:36 AM
It must be some small creature scurrying through the woods, at least that's what she kept telling herself.
Posted by: ObviousInsight | November 11, 2011 at 02:25 PM
She started walking again but heard the rustle again - she stopped and it stopped - something was keeping pace with her.
Posted by: Patricia @cookingchem | November 13, 2011 at 04:10 PM
Perhaps it was the cop looking after her. After all, she hadn't seen him leave.
Posted by: Ken | November 13, 2011 at 10:02 PM
However, she knew better... The officer she had spoken with was a friend of her ex. If he had realized the dire situation, he would have stayed with her. Or would he?
Posted by: J | November 14, 2011 at 08:05 AM
She paused, trying to decide whether she should continue down the dark road or retreat to the relative safety of her car.
Posted by: Katie | November 14, 2011 at 03:08 PM
Frozen in her tracks, her mind replayed the surreal turn of events from earlier that day.
Posted by: Jane Ernst | November 14, 2011 at 03:48 PM
Until then, noone in her new city had known a thing about her past, her previous world, her other family. Now her carefully planned second chance life was unravelling around her, leaving her exposed anew.
Posted by: Trev Marshallsea | November 14, 2011 at 09:15 PM
She had had a premonition when she awoke, rolled over, and saw that he was still in her bed.
Posted by: Ken | November 15, 2011 at 03:32 PM