NaNoWriMo Day 2

I worked today, so my word count is a little low. I only wrote about 2,000 words total today. Which, considering 1667 is what you need to write to remain on track, it actually pretty good.  I got all of my writing done during breaks at work.  I was going to write a little more once I got home, but I'm too tired, so I'm calling 2000 words a win for the day.  This brings my total word count to: 6,035.

Here's an excerpt of what I wrote today.:

                “Keep left,” the monotone voice of the GPS helpfully assisted.

                “Keep left, as in stay in the left lane of the upper deck, or keep left as in get in the left most lane and take the lower deck?” Bernadette asked. It was her turn to drive, and she was quickly getting flustered over the confusion of the interstate.

                “I’m not sure,” Declan said.  “Just get all the way to the left.  If we’re wrong, we’ll turn around.”

                Bernadette merged two lanes over so that she was in the farthest lane, and took the loop to the lower of the interstates. 

                “Exit right, one mile,” the GPS lady stated.

                “I guess we should have stayed up,” Declan said, completely calm.

                Bernadette on the other hand was growing increasingly frustrated. She quickly merged across four lanes of traffic so she could exit when the GPS told her to. 

                “Turn Left, and then Turn Left,” GPS lady stated.

                “It’s having you get back on the freeway,” Declan said, trying to be helpful.

                “I know that,” Bernadette ground out, trying to hold back her frustration.

                “Hey, take a deep breath, it’ll be okay,” Declan said, laying a reassuring hand on her arm.

                “I know, I’m just frustrated and the traffic is making my anxiety flare up.  You know that I hate driving in traffic.  And this is the second large city I’ve driven through today.”

                It was true.  Her second shift of driving happened to include driving through Austin, during a rainstorm, in traffic.  To say that was a stressful leg of the journey would be an understatement.

                “It’ll be okay, what does the GPS say we need to do next?” Declan asked as they merged back on the freeway.

                “It says to exit in fifteen miles,” Bernadette answered, her hands gripping the wheel as if her life depended on it.

                “See, now we’re going the right way, and everything is going to be okay,” Declan said.

                The two drove in quiet, trying to keep their eyes out for the exit.  Slowly they began to make their way out of the city limits.

                “Are you sure you entered the correct address for this place in the GPS?” Declan asked as the left the last bits of the city behind.

                “I’m positive.  But I looked at the map, and from what I could tell, we’re staying outside of the city limits, so this should be fine.”

                “Exit right, in one mile,” the GPS said, startling them.

                Bernadette looked up ahead to the right.  There was a sign for an exit, but there didn’t look to be much of an exit ramp.  There was maybe one hundred feet of pavement, and that was all.  She exited the freeway, making quick work of stepping on the brake.

                “Go straight on,” the GPS stated.

                Bernadette looked in front of her. The exit ramp had curved to the right as she exited.  She now sat at a stop sign, with a road running perpendicular to the exit lane.  It was impossible to go straight on.

                “What should I do?” Bernadette asked.

                Declan pulled the GPS off of the windshield and began pushing buttons.  “The next step is to turn right at that road over there,” he said, pointing to the road to the left.  “So turn left, and that should take us where we need to go.” He replaced the GPS back in its holder.