Wednesday, 14 November 2012

NaNoWriMo Week 2 - introducing Rat


This week has seen a bit of a crisis in my NaNoWriMo 2012 adventure.  It's not the word count, that's fine.  It's not finding writing time, I'm squeezing that in. 
It's Minor Character Takeover. 
This is a nightmare phenomenon I've experience before.  That insidious feeling that a secondary character is more intriguing, more exciting and generally has more about them than the main character. 

Damn. 

Damn. 

But regardless, I soldier.  

Anyway, seeing as how I'm somewhat fascinated by her, I thought you might want to meet her too.  So here's this week's NaNoWriMo extract... introducing Rat.


Introducing Rat


An alley cut between two pubs, choked with bins and refuse. Glancing around her, she turned down, picking her way gracefully through upturned boxes and beer crates. It stank down here, a medley of rank beer and rotting food. She didn’t mind.  Smells masked a person as much as darkness and in the stark light of morning she’d take that.  It was darker down here anyway, the light blocked by the Victorian frontages.  A cat yowled ahead of her, skittering up to perch on the drainpipe where it paused to like its paw in a pretence of unconcern.  That made her laugh. The cat would show no fear any more than she would. In old times people would’ve thought it was a familiar, a devil incarnate. They were sisters, she and the cat.  People thought she was a devil too.

She wasn’t. She just worked for him.

Softly, she scratched at a cellar door, a hatch at the base of the wall built to roll beer barrels into the cellars. She heard a bolt being scraped back and the trapdoor pushed open just wide enough to allow a girl inside - or a cat. She dropped inside, soft footed but panic flared in her blood when it shut. She didn’t know her escape route.  You should always know how to get out.

The room had no windows, only a narrow strip of thick opaque glass at pavement, so grimy it did no more than emit the faintest drizzle of light.  You’d need a torch down here, or better still a light switch.  The girl had neither.  She stood feeling the darkness lap round her, making herself stay calm. Nothing killed you faster than panic. 

“It’s done,” she said. 

8 comments:

Rowanwolf said...

you're right, i really like her already, street savvy and practical. And somehow playing for the Devil's team... interesting. Cant wait for more

Laura James said...

Can totally see why you like her, shes fab.

Just love the lines 'She wasn’t. She just worked for him."

I'm sure you'll find a way to make it work :) x

Miranda Kate said...

Great piece, I love the way you describe things, 'choked with bins and refuse' and 'a medley of rank beer and rotting food'. So vivid and tangible. She is very cool!

Bullish said...

How do I love thee, Rat? Let me count the ways!! From the tip of your tail to the turn of your ankle!!

Wonderful characterization!

And Laura pegged my favorite line: "She wasn't. She just worked for him"

Two Thumbs Up!!

Lisa Shambrook said...

Loved that, like Miranda said the imagery is perfect, I could see her slinking about and scratching at the door with anxiety in her eyes...

Daniel Swensen said...

Good stuff. And yeah, minor characters are always taking over. Damn them!

Emilia Quill said...

Love her, you're right to be worried. Hopefully everything turns out well for you and Rat.

I've had supposed minor characters turn into a POV character and a character of great importance. My boyfriend even asked "What was the story before them?" *facepalm*

Meg McNulty said...

Thanks Emilia - glad I'm not the only one to suffer this type of insubordination from my characters!