my vampire novel still barely has any vampires in it!

[ontology]

Today I wrote two thousand three hundred some odd words. No, I don't know either. Useful things: etymologies make for fabulous crazed rantings which extend your wordcount by some thirty to fifty words. Also, dream sequences are grand, if they are well done and interesting and have something to do with the story. They make for excellent foreshadowing, for example -- and I rather enjoy writing surrealism. Also there was Very Clever Symbolism (except, uh, totally not), and it is vaguely Whedonesque, except without the huge death count. I'm rather worried about my death count, by the way: in that there isn't one. This has not happened to me in -- well, ever. (Short stories do not count.) True, there was an anonymous vampire victim in the first chapter, and thirteen anonymous children, and some anonymous vampires, and I still don't know where Mrs Nox is so she might as well be dead -- but absolutely no main characters are scheduled to die at all, and I am rather perturbed. Clearly something is wrong. But then, I haven't got very many main characters just yet -- Mr Nox can't die, it would be annoying; I am not killing any of the three sisters; Mr Caruthers also will not die because I am not Joss Whedon -- that nearly does it, then. Evy's friend and fellow assistant librarian Lottie McKenzie is slightly insane due to trauma, at least. I am not sure if this will come into play later or not, though I would like for it to. So someone new could show up and die, I suppose. (There is still hope? AUGH I AM JOSS
WHEDON.)

I realised today that I have about fifty-one pages, which equal approximately fifty-one pages in an averagely arranged novel, because I set up my Word document to have approximately the same proportions, and this is really -- terrifying, and glorious, because it has been years since I have written so much novel, and in order, too. But I also have been realising that there is absolutely no possibility of this novel being even near finished by the end of November. I do hope I shall continue to have the stamina to keep on writing.

Also? I would like some vampires, please, drat it. I have so many fascinating ideas about vampire culture and customs and manners of behaviour and things and I should like to write them now. At any rate it would give me exposition, which collects words like fandoms collect crazy people, and Robin McKinley has taught me that even pages upon pages of exposition can be really awesome and entertaining to read.

Oh, and the plot point finally happened -- strange bloke in a bowler hat showed up at chez Nox and was all, "YOU MUST SLAY VAMPIRES" and Evy's like, "...I DON'T REMEMBER ANY OF THAT; IT WAS TRAUMATIC" and runs away and has a dream with Important Foreshadowing of the romantic sort and that should get me coasting for a while, maybe? 

*flail*