Check-In Time!! ^_^
So this has been a fun month writing-wise. Lol! Lots of ups and downs. And I hate rollercoasters…except Batman. That is the only acceptable rollercoaster — all looping, no dramatic death drops.
Last report wordcount + chapter count:
8190 words, Chapter 3 on “The Fury”
Also, outlining a sci-fi and a dark fantasy.
Current report WC + CC:
More words! Okay…not that much more.
9463 words, Chapter 4 on “The Fury” (LOOK! Same story as last week. Lol!) Plus I outlined 18 chapters (my version of an outline anyway.)
I also wrote half a chapter down for my sci-fi. It sucked so I decided that it was a sign from the universe to focus on “The Fury.” Lol! And the other story I’m outlining is happy to sit pretty and wait for me to get to it. Sooo cute how confident that story is…
WIP Issues This Month:
The stress!! I had some story issues, which I talked about HERE. In a nutshell, I was about ready to stab my story in the face and drown it in a river. Did not kill the thing, by some miracle, and finally figured out how to reorganize a thing or two (or five) concerning some backstory, my strange as purple rain MC, and one of the subplots. Okay, two of the subplots. And make things a little more scare-tastic and consistent. Sooo, things are much better now. I mean, I have my work cut out for me, but I’ll take that any day over something that’s falling apart. And that is why my word count is virtually the same. I had to start over to fix everything. Plus I tried to work on something else for a week…man, this has been a long month for me. Lol!
Four things I learned this month in writing:
1* People need to see how the character is before everything turns to crap in the story and they react to it. You know so the impact you want the scene to have will, you know, actually have an impact. (I swear I knew this already, but I don’t always write this way.)
2* Thinking too much is bad for your writing.
3* I have to accept the fact that my issues sometimes interfere with my writing. I still haven’t, cause I’m sooo stubborn, but I know I have to accept it before I can figure out a way to get past it.
4* Books don’t write themselves. Yes, I know this, but I need to remind myself that I have to make time and also, take the time to do what I can to de-stress so I can focus because that is the only way this story will get done. (Yes! 53 word sentence!)
What distracted me this month while writing:
Blogs! It’s A to Z challenge month so I’ve been reading some of those, and that took up a lot more time than I would have thought. Also, Games!! (instead of writing or reading or generally being a productive person.) Also, I was in fierce clear out the DVR mode for a week because it seems like the thing is always in danger of imploding. Of course I could always give up a couple more shows. I obviously don’t want to watch some of them if I can go 3 months without watching a single episode. sigh
Goal for next month:
Same as last month: Finish “The Fury.” That’s less than one chapter a day though, so I can totally do it if I stop worrying about it so much. (Hence why I’ve been distracting myself with games!!) Also, I would like to finish the song I started writing for it like two months ago. Assuming I can remember which song that is because I have 3 different recordings on my phone I’m calling the same song, but they don’t sound anything alike. o_O
Last 200 words:
The MC is still not crazy about this whole sharing thing, but she understands it comes with the territory of allowing me write her story. So, this is literally the last 100 words or so that I wrote. I want this chapter done by the end of the weekend. I’m starting to feel like I’m stuck here. This is the exact scene I was on when I decided I had to start over. I don’t have the urge to start over this time, but I know after this scene I probably won’t stop until I’m done, so I’m kind of holding it hostage while I freak out for no reason.
The table against the far wall is as I left it. Syringes and vials and cloths with dried blood on them litter the stainless steel surface. I quickly sweep everything off the side and into a bin that’s dangerously close to overflowing. There’s a full kitchen to the right. I head there next and rip the door open.
There’s one syringe left in the little wooden box in the back, past the orange juice and almond milk and gallons of water. Bright, electric blue liquid swirls inside and I hug it to my chest for a moment, closing my eyes. There’s still a tiny bit of serum left, enough to hold the worst at bay until I can make some more.
Until Next Month. ^_^