I'm reworking last year's NaNo story, in an effort to refrain from starting this year's NaNo before November 1st. And I'm amazed at how much I've learned in the course of just under a year. How much is learning about writing and how much is learning about this story is debatable - they're intertwined. But I've begun rewriting scenes.
Here's one scene, as I wrote it a year ago:
Their destination rose above the road, on a hill, a large building overlooking the small town. It had once been a manor house, but the nobleman who'd built it had died young, without children. His parents had decided that children should live there, so a school was begun.
The manor consisted of a stone house with two brick wings fanning out on either side. Young men lived on the second floor of the one wing; young ladies lived on the second floor of the other wing. Classes were held in the main house and the first floors of both wings.
The children of the local gentry also attended classes here. Erisa's parents lived nearby and she'd attended three days out of a seven-day cycle. She begged her mother to let her sleep over with her friends, sleeping on a spare mattress in front of the hearth whenever the treat was granted.
And here's what I've written this morning:
"That's where we're going." Erisa's voice was odd, flat, as she nodded, then pointed to the Manor house rising from the mists above the road. They were almost at the village, but it was the Manor that commanded the eye and the town.
Jian followed her direction, asking, "Whose keep is that?"
She'd pulled up, staring sadly at the brick and stone. "No ones, now. It's a school, for the children in the village and the local nobility. Master Scura is the headmaster."
Jian thought he understood her attitude now. "This is where Master Villar found you, isn't it?" She nodded, keeping her eyes on the house.
"I was older than some of the other apprentices, but Master Scura had made sure that I had an education. Villar told me that I'd do." The bitterness in her voice surprised him.
"What about the local nobles? Who do we present ourselves to?" Wizards always presented themselves to the local nobility whenever they entered their realms.
"Lord Bynum is to the north, Lord Rasen to the east." She gathered the reins and nudged her horse ahead. "But we go to the manor school. Master Scura has as much status and respect and this way, we don't choose between the two lords. They're competitive enough."
Jian narrowed his eyes, but the apprentice kept hers on either the road or the Manor House. He had questions, but he'd wait to see if there answers inside that school.
Some things that I've noticed:
* The second is more active
* There's a much clearer POV
* Much more tension - Why is she bitter? What kind of competition exists between the local gentry? How will that affect what they're going here?
* It shows Master Jian's character, where the other didn't s how either's character - it was too omni.
Now, I just have to do this for the other 49.5K. But I'll have a better story.