NaNoWriMo update

It's certainly been slow going, but that's my own fault for trying to work outside of my usual genre. The word count stands at 22,364. I'm slightly behind where I should be (halfway through the month should mean 25,000 words), but not so far behind as to be a crisis.

So here's a little excerpt (and please remember, this is all rough draft material; there's no time in NaNoWriMo for revision):

Daniel drove west. He had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do. He was driving in a daze, listening to the drone of the engine. In such a short time, he had lost his wife, his children, his home, his community, even his job. All the things that he had defined himself by were all gone with one quick stroke. His head spun at the thought that the will of one man could take it all away so easily. All he had left was a handful of cash, his pickup truck, and two garbage bags of clothes and personal items. And his rifle. He glanced over at it. He entertained the thought of going back and using it on the Prophet, but he knew that would be pointless. It wouldn’t get his life back. He would just end up going to jail. His eyes grew wide and he screeched the truck to a stop on the gravel shoulder. He sat with the engine idling, the seeds of a plan taking root. His eyes narrowed to vengeful slits as he spun the truck around, throwing up plumes of gravel. He pushed the accelerator almost to the floor, pointing the truck in the direction of the apostate town. He would reveal all. He wouldn’t be able to get his life back, but at least he would get his family back.