All right here's my latest update for NaNo, I'm quite proud of it actually.
excerpt:
Clarissa Lucas sits at her desk, old and heavy, made from a very rare kind of wood. A pen in hand and paper laid out in front of her she thinks on the next chapter of her novel. She is unsure of where the story is to go next. Does her heroin buy flowers? Or does she decide to go and get the milk and bread for the children? Clarissa has no idea. She throws her pen down in discontent. It hits the desk then rolls to the floor. It is 1958.
Terrible times are upon her, she feels it in her bones and in the air. It is as if the electricity is shocking her as she moves; she is shocked and burned. The blood and nerves under her skin festers. The present feeling reminds her of the first breakdown she had, fifteen years ago.
She fumbles with an open back of cigarettes, finding half a one. She pulls it out and lights it, blowing the smoke up into the air.
word count: 27,044 / 50,000