NaNoWriMo: excerpt

Earlier today I updated my novel information on my NaNoWriMo author page and put in an actual excerpt from my novel. It was a challenge to scan my 23,000+ words and find a small passage which felt like it represented the novel and was not too embarrassing (raw) to print. (If you want to check up on other updates, see how I'm doing in comparison to my writing buddies, etc., you can go to the NaNoWriMo website and do an author search for me: I kept it simple, so just search for Dot. -- with the period.)

Here is my updated excerpt from my novel with the working title Open Boxes:

He tried again to open his eyes but nothing changed. He was not even sure if his eyes were closed or open. What he did know is that he could not see.

“Where the fuck am I?” He pushed all of the air out of his lungs to propel the words out and to anyone anywhere nearby who might hear him. The last he remembered. He could not remember where he was or what was. He remembered being on a street. A small street. A few houses. Many houses? He could not remember. Houses, yes. He was walking, maybe. Or was he riding or being taken or taking?

He remembered an impact. The smell of something hot and burning, something wrong burning. Something falling. Shouting, no screaming, no something loud like horns. Sirens. He remembered sirens.