Writing Journey

WIPMarathon Check-In #4 (Last Check-In!)

Information about the WIPMarathon can be found here.
Other Marathoner’s posts can be found here.

Can’t believe it’s the last week! It’s like the last day of camp…I’m assuming as I’ve never actually been to camp. I hope everyone had a productive week. Keep the momentum going! ^^

Last Check-In Word Count + Chapter Count: 51,493, middle of Chapter 32

Current WC + CC: 64,006, Chapter 38? And FINISHED with the first draft! Dancing Kirby Time <(‘-‘<)(>’-‘)> I also finished an acceptable query draft. I’ll see if I still like it after the first rounds of revision.

I have my work cut out for me when I start editing next week, but the foundation is laid! 

WIP Issues this week: I’m always a little sad when the first draft is finished. I’m left with a “what do I do now” kind of thing. I usually wait a couple weeks before I start revising, but honestly, if the last couple of stories have taught me anything, two weeks is too long for me, so I’m starting revisions next week. Can’t wait!

What I learnt this week in writing: The first draft is the house. Revision is the painting, decorating, and sometimes tearing down of rooms and rebuilding them. Revision fixes everything. Don’t sweat it. πŸ™‚

What distracted me this week while writing: Shiny new books and the internet! It’s vacation week so I was quite lax with the distractions, especially the closer I got to the finish line. Took me three sessions to finish my final showdown.

Plan After The Marathon: Editing. More editing. Then I’m submitting to agents and all that fun stuff. A lot of people probably don’t know that this is novel #14 for me and will be the 6th one that I’ve queried. (That can’t be right…counts on fingers Yep, it is. Lucky number 6…) Needless to say, I’m determined to get this critter off my computer.

Last 200 words: Well, obviously I don’t want to give the end away (and it needs some work) so here’s the last paragraph or so of the first chapter: ^

She tilts her head to the side and frowns, narrowing her eyes as if she’s reading his thoughts and disapproves.
β€œPlease,” he whispers. He’s only nineteen. There’s so much life left to live.
The cold smile returns. β€œIt’s a shame no one will ever see your beautiful face again.” She stretches a hand towards him.
He mirrors her actions. β€œWait!” He curses himself for the panic heard in his voice. But it’s too late.
A blue flame sets her eyes afire and his world fills with pain.


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