3,660 words and counting! I have kind of, by this point, given up on the goal of completing this novel in 30 days. I suppose part of me always knew I wouldn’t reach it. But you know what? I’m OK with that. My goal for years has been to write a novel, and I am accomplishing that dream right now. So what if it’s not done in 30 days? No one’s saying it has to be (other than the good folks at NaNoWriMo, that is!!). And I’d rather have a good work than a rushed one. With that being said, here is the latest excerpt from my novel, a scene which takes place after the candidate finds out just what his campaign manager has been up to all along.
The candidate and his campaign manager met in Locke’s study at his residence in upstate New York. It was snowing outside; the flakes painting a white blanket across the barren landscape of his country farm.Locke looked out the window with his back towards his campaign manager, the sunlight brightly shining on his front.“Do you think we’ve gone too far, Harley?” asked Locke as he turned around and sat down.“Of course not,” replied Lanser. “We’ve only done what’s necessary to keep you in the race. You know that just as well as I do.”“Did we really need to do this? I mean, the more I think about it, the more it weighs on my mind… It’s just not sitting well with me,” said Locke with an obvious air of unease.“I understand that you’re uncomfortable with this, but what did you want me to do? Did you want me to just sit on the sidelines while you were being attacked? You hired me to get the job done, and that’s exactly what I’m doing,” said Lanser defensively.“You don’t get it!” exclaimed Locke as he began getting out of his seat to stand up and face Lanser. “There’s a line! This is not what we do!”Locke’s crescendo-ing voice left an impression in the room, and perhaps even on Lanser.In defeat, Locke finished, “This is what we said¸ this is what we told people, we would never do…”Locke sat down in his brown leather executive chair with a deep sigh as he placed his elbows on the table, his head in his hands, and his trust in his gut. He rubbed his temples out of exasperation and uncertainty.“Lanser, you’re dismissed,” said Locke as he paused and looked up from his current position at his lifelong friend and adviser, a mere shell of the man and person he used to be. “Permanently.”