NaNoWriMo Update:
As of 11:59 p.m. on 11/02 I have 2,075 words.

Morale:
I didn't come out of the chute as strongly as I did last year, and in fact I spent a fair amount of time procrastinating, staring at a blank screen, and psyching myself out.

But I did finish the prologue, and get a few new plot points worked out. I also got a lot of rest, so I’m not going into the week tired.

Excerpt of the Day:

Oh God. Another young one. I start carving her up, keeping only the juicy bits and the most interesting gristle to take back to Berta: the "Everybody Looks Good in a Leather Jacket, Don’t They?" leather jacket, the hoop earrings so aggressive they’re actually wearing her, and the fleshy, palpable ambition that brought her here.

She begs me to take her seriously. I can’t, of course - I used to be her. "I like your earrings," I say, just to see if I can make her reach up and touch them. She does, and thanks me.