It’s November 15, I’ve finished writing for the night, and I am officially at the halfway point in November’s writing frenzy. I’ve hit just over 31,000 words, which is more than halfway to the official NaNo goal of 50,000 words, but probably considerably less than halfway to my personal goal of a completed manuscript.
That’s the word count update. Plotwise, the Venerable Bede is nowhere near venerable yet, and is in fact so discouraged by his visit to the twenty-first century that, back in his own era, he’s about to drop out of the monastic life after confessing to sins of the flesh he didn’t actually commit — then he’s going out on the town to commit some.
Meanwhile, our thoroughly modern heroine Sara has escaped a convent after a nasty exorcism, and is about to return to her own time and place (Gower St., St. John’s, 2007) to find it subtly but horribly changed. She’s going to realize that mucking about with the past — to the extent that the first great English historian never writes his great book — has more serious consequences than she had reckoned. She’s watched City on the Edge of Forever, but she obviously didn’t take its message enough to heart.
While all this drama simmers for Bede and Sara, their dauntless author, Trudy, has just read a book so good that she wants to give up writing forever in despair of ever being one-tenth that good. But even pirates must get discouraged sometimes (“Why should I plunder and pillage? I’ll never be another Blackbeard!”) … yet we sail bravely onwards.