十一月の夢

Word Count: 45,156 (Before Midnight)

Well, it really is near. And for a lot of things too…

1. NaNoWriMo
2. 50K (For Me)
3. 60K (For Me)
4. My Novel

Right now I know where I’m headed and I know how I’m linking it, it’s merely a matter of connecting the dots with the words I need, so I’m really happy. This past week was kinda of bad for me, I couldn’t figure out where to go with what I had and I couldn’t just start writing until late at night. *sighs* At least I can see the end. Sprinting to the end~!

Excerpt below the cut.

Arika sighed and found herself at the café entrance. She didn’t want to go to the lab just yet; or rather she didn’t want to go at all, so she could at least hang around the café. Arika was actually quiet curious about why Tara had her enhanced memory of sorts. Arika didn’t want to guess at it, she wanted to know the truth. She always wanted to know if they had changed what was happening with Tara’s visits since Arika had begun talking to her. Arika walked into the café and Tara heard the bell from the door. She peaked her head out the doorway to see if she knew who had entered. Tara did know and quickly headed back in to make tea. Arika too a seat at an empty table and relaxed by taking deep breaths. Tara quickly arrived with a tray full of tea and sat down after placing the tea cup in front of Arika and pouring the cup.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Tara asked, knowing that Arika’s visits usually means she wants to talk.

Arika hesitated at first, she knew what she was going to say would end up being a delicate topic no matter what sort of answer it would get. She sipped her tea a little before she went to answer. “Why… why do you think you have your ‘photographic’ memory…?”

“I… um…” Tara clearly didn’t want to talk about it, though she continued anyways. “I don’t remember parts of my childhood.” She paused again, taking a sip of her tea as well to calm herself down. “When I realized part of my life had been wiped out of my mind… I wanted to hold onto everything in my memories. I still do, I don’t want to forget anything about my life,” Tara explained.

“Oh, I… I’m sorry,” Arika replied gloomily.

“It… it’s not your fault. I don’t know who to blame for it either. I want someone to blame, but there’s no one who’s at fault for this. I just know that I have to cherish everything while I can still remember it.”

“I guess that’s the best you can do,” Arika replied.

“It’s the only option I’ve got.”

Gonna keep writing to 46K. Off I go…