For this Weekend Writing Warriors entry, I’m sharing the introduction of one of my two MCs from my CampNaNoWriMo project. That means it’s on the rough side, but it’s the project that reinvigorated my writing a few weeks ago when I was struggling with insecurity over my most revised WIP. I’m hoping that sharing a glimpse of Noelle will inspire me to persevere in writing it: my word count has slowed due to life responsibilities, and I’m no longer confident I’ll make it to 20k by the end of the month.
For context, the story is YA fantasy, the first YA I’ve ever tried to write.
Noelle hated turning seventeen.
Seventeen marked her as a woman. Seventeen made her eligible. Seventeen sent her parents foraging for husbands.
She didn’t want one. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
She could hunt just as well as all the unmarried young men in the village. She could hit birds with her arrows – flying ones. She could skin a rabbit faster than any of them except Amos or Cale or her older brother, Neil.