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Further Adventures in NaNo-Land---- Days 3,4,5,6,7...

Title: D.E.A.T.H.--Department of Eternal And Temporal Holdings
Word Count: 8345

Well, the last 5 days haven't really left me where I should be with this year's project. Even if I hadn't lost 2K words from a stupid document-saving accident, I still wouldn't be where I should be.... Days 3-5 I barely wrote a word, though I did think of the project, A LOT-- see, I still didn't have a definitive plot. And though I've done a marathon 5K words today, I'm still about 5K behind goal.

This is my 6th NaNo rodeo, so I know my "real" marathon word bursts are yet to come--- Every year that I've participated, it is always the first 10K words that are the hardest to write. Especially if I'm without a plot. I have to constantly remind myself that once I make it past the 10K mark, it's all gravy. (which sounds strange, I know, since there are still 40K words to write) But, there is something about moving from 4 numerical digits in my word count to 5 numerical digits that flips a switch in my brain. After the first 10K, I'm on auto-pilot and all I have to do is make sure I sit down at the keyboard....

Today's writing introduced me to two specific characters, Sifter 435 and Sifter 256. Apparently, the Soul Sifters that work at D.E.A.T.H. don't have names, but numbers. I learned, through them, that the soul essence glows blindingly-- so much so that Sifters have to have protective eye coverings (like solid black contacts) to keep from losing their sight and that this "glowing" is transferred to the Sifters as they work with soul essence on a daily basis.

I also learned there are specific ways of doing things at D.E.A.T.H. and that there is one major credo, or, prime directive at D.E.A.T.H. that will get a Sifter banished to the ranks of the fallen (what will become Soul Takers) if it is broken--- The Living must never know

So far that's all I've got....

Happy NaNo-ing!!!!

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