This was actually written last week, but since I’m going to be getting back into the swing of things I thought I’d post an excerpt from Chapter 4:
“Did you…” asked Johnny, turning to look at Zach. “Did you kill him?”
“I…” said Zach, unsure, hugging himself and wanting everybody to stop looking at him.
“Don’t be an ass,” said Twain.
“So why haven’t you called the cops?” Johnny demanded, rounding on her. “What is this crap?”
“Look,” said Twain, “It’s complicated. We could still be in trouble, and I don’t know what to do, but we can’t go to the cops.”
“Why not?” asked Greg, his voice soft and somehow harder ignore for it.
“Because,” said Zach, stepping forward and suddenly feeling calm, not caring what they thought, “Because he was a demon and I killed him and the cops wouldn’t believe me, now would they?”
Chapter 4 clocked in at about 4,250 words, bringing the grand total thus far up to about 16,000. I’m not sure how much longer this exercise will last, given that my impulse is to start doing things one normally doesn’t do in a serious novel (have things happen that destabilize the plot but which would be really fun to write), but we’ll see!