NaNoWriMo: Day 2, 3537 words

Jarrod Price walked down the street past the government housing blocks on the right that resembled a futuristic high-rise only in that it contained thousands of people who all wore the same expression of desperation. Some wear it with a smile, but these residents were at least more honest. Jarrod was on the way to another “case.” Jarrod is a documentary filmmaker who follows behind popular crimes. “Popular,” meaning he found out about them on the local news, and he follows so far behind, that the cases are usually solved, booked, and forgotten by then. “Filmmaker” is a bit of a stretch, too. Some people, especially those he interviews, view his occupation as a mild form of voyeurism, but Jarrod is, at least, sincere.

NaNoWriMo: Day 1 , 1682 words

Here's the first chapter...literally the first words ever written by me to spearhead an entire novel.

“Hey, when did this happen?” Laura asked, staring at her tummy sideways in the mirror.

“It’s proof that we actually had sex 7 months ago,” Dan mumbled. She laughed mildly, but not at him.

Dan was staring at the computer screen in the corner. He had been there, staring, she noticed, for about 20 minutes. “Dan,” she called. Then she tried again, a little more fervently, “Dan!”

“Wha,” he managed. She just kept repeating,”Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan....” in a crescendo until Dan finally woke up. Laura was holding her belly, and staring into the mirror as if hoping that something would change just by the ferocity of her gaze. Dan, roused back to the world of the living, rushed to her and held her belly from behind her, putting his arms on hers. Later, he thought this was a pretty good move on his part, but at the time he was just doing what he would have wanted done had he been her.

Then he noticed the pool of blood on the floor between her legs. Laura doubled over in pain, pulling Dan with her. He caught them both before they hit the ground, but not before she knocked the phone off it’s base on the side table, beside the bed.

Dan, finally getting his wits about him, knew what to do. He called his mother.