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Connor Writes A Novel

In which Connor, to prepare for the workload of his upcoming Master's degree, attempts to write a novel in a month…

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Acknowledgements and Dedication

So, some thank yous...

Day Twenty-Nine

Author's Note: This entry is a bit of a long one. Because it's the end of the book! I hit 50,000 words and realised that the story wasn't quite done, so this is quite a lengthy excerpt, a bit over 4000 words. This is easily the most nervous I've been about posting an excerpt all month. I really hope you enjoy it, as much as you can enjoy reading the first draft of something...

Day Twenty-Eight

Carter scrabbled backwards, getting awkwardly to his feet as he did so. He held both hands up, fingers outstretched on his empty hand, gesturing for calm. “Please. I’m not here to hurt anyone, if I can help it. I just need to get to Tobias –“ Lee suddenly charged forward, sprinting at Carter, hands outstretched to grab him...

Day Twenty-Seven

Most of Tobias’ group followed him into the bush. As they reached the road, however, he took two men aside, explained where the group was headed, and gave them a task. While the rest of the group disappeared into the Fisherman’s Creek bushland, the two men Tobias had taken aside – both young men, this year only being their third harvest – walked back into town. Once there, they split up, heading from business to business, and making phone calls...

Day Twenty-Six

Water shouldn’t be a problem – not with the creek right there – and if the collection of animal skeletons he and Henry had found the other day was any indication, there was no shortage of animals to hunt and trap out in the bush. He zipped the backpack and began walking along the road which led to the bushland near the creek. He returned twenty minutes later, empty handed. He stepped back through the doors of the Wanderer, and locked them behind him...

Day Twenty-Five

He sat, smoking, the orange-red tip of the cigarette the only light visible in the otherwise pitch black room. He took it out of his mouth, and the tip twitched and shuddered, betraying his shaking hands. He coughed, a deep, wet cough, and extinguished the cigarette in a small, empty ashtray next to the bed, plunging the room back into darkness...

Day Twenty-Four

He crouched down, and took a few steps to the left before proceeding forward. There wasn’t much light filtering in through the door, but it was enough that he didn’t want to be silhouetted against it as he moved forward into the church...

Day Twenty-Three

Gwen was standing stock-still, laptop dangling by her side, free hand clenched into a tight fist. Her shoulders were slumped, and she looked sad, and tired. She spoke slowly, every word an effort...

Day Twenty-Two

It was peaceful, and he took several deep breaths of the warm night air, enjoying the feel of it as it filled his lungs. The Parker’s backyard was bereft of large trees, and the night sky was clearly visible – a rarity in Fisherman’s Creek, Carter had come to find. He leaned back in the chair, and gazed up at the stars...

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