Last Check-In Word Count + Chapter Count: 12,248 words, Chapter 6
Current WC + CC: 30,715 words, Chapter 17 (18,467 words this week)
I’m in shock. I’ve never written a first draft this fast in my life. And I’m sleeping! How is that even possible?
WIP Issues this week: No real issues again, but I’m entering “the plot thickens” portion of the story so I’m having to think a lot more about what I’m doing and where the story is going. I don’t want to leave plot holes behind! I hate plot holes!
What I learnt this week in writing: It’s okay if I’m too tired to write. If I go ahead and get some sleep, I’ll be able to think better the next day anyway. (Not to mention, dragging myself along isn’t fun or doing me any favors.)
What distracted me this week while writing: Being tired for half the week. Then email. I’m trying to cut down on how much email I have to look at a day so I’ve been unsubscribing and filtering emails all week. Also, PitchMadness, with me lamenting over the fact that I can’t participate AGAIN because the only stories I have finished are ones that have already been rejected a gazillion times. Grr. (Any way this story can be finished & polished by the 24th? No? sigh)
Last 200 words: Okie. Here’s an excerpt. ^_^ (*scared*) Approx. 198 words.
She wants to chase after him, but she knows it won’t do any good. There’s nothing she can say that will make him feel better. She blinks back unwanted tears and heads for the park. How can the day be going so bad already, it just started? Everything is muted around her like she’s stepped into a tunnel. She feels helpless. She can’t help Madame Boris. She can’t help Luca. She can’t even help herself.
In the park she throws herself down on the merry-go-round and swings it side to side, staring unfocused into the forest. Still no signs of life. Nothing has changed. At least nothing’s changed for the better. She stands and moves towards it, but she can only take a few steps before something stops her. Nothing corporeal. She reaches out and trails a hand through the air in front of her. The air is warmer around the woods. She recoils. She looks all around it, searching for a change, but sees nothing. If anything, the shadowy depths are even quieter than usual. She backs away from it. Something is very wrong. And she has no one to talk to about it anymore. She runs home.