I'm working on my Nanowrimo novel, slowly but surely. I'm at 2532 words, nearly a thousand behind the recommended count for this day - it would be good to get 1667 words/day, or 1666,66 if you want to be that precise - but I'm hopeful. This is beginning to be the longest text I've ever written, and my main character isn't even born yet. I just a moment ago whored more words by using Shakespeare's 18. sonnet, and I might insert another at some point. My story will also include, somehow, a trebuchet, and the words/expressions discombobulate, catamite, chthonian, eldritch, tyromancy, thews, squamous, onomatopoetic, l'esprit de l'esqalier, hybris, demagoguery. Why? The former because it's a challenge on the Nanowrimo forums, the latter just because I can. And I'm looking for more words to include in that list. On top of these, I'll be inserting tributes to various films and books, as many as I can get away with.

This is going to be so much fun, even if I don't reach 50k.

Its veins shine through the pale, pale skin. They glow, illuminating it in iridescent splendour of hues, as if the halo of a celestial being. Even lying prone on the operation table, unmoving, clearly unconscious and barely breathing, it looked outlandish. Otherworldly. Ethereal. The tiny black wings protruding from its shoulder blades shiver lightly with each laborous inhale-exhale. Tangled hair the colour of autumn leaves cascades in wispy locks around its head, sticking to its face where its tears have dried. Long lashes brush the narrow cheeks that seem too skinny, the slightly parted, colourless lips are chapped.



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Bah. That's all there is to it. I know the writing sucks. :P
And I noticed the tense jumping back and forth. :P

But that's the basic idea of the character. It might be pregnant, I haven't decided yet.