This is cross-posted on a page under “In Progress”, but I figured it was a good idea to post this in the writing blog as well.
I might as well repeat journal #13 because it’s the same message: not a lot done.
It all boils down to a single scene. The interrogation scene.
Yeah, Begin Again has an interrogation scene, and I’ve never written one of those before. I tripped and stumbled through it and to be quite honest- I don’t think it came out particularly well. But that’s what editing is for. The scene had to be written before I could decide how to fix it.
Now that the interrogation is handled I can move on with the rest of the missing scenes. I only have a handful left. It’s going to be exciting, sitting back and knowing that the story is finished, just needs editing.
So, I made zero progress this past week. Alright, so not quite zero progress, but I’ve been battling a nasty migraine for most of the week and it was hard enough to attend class and go to work. Writing just wasn’t going to happen.
I’m thinking about trading in my weekend to catch up on writing, I was seriously hoping to finish this second draft before October.
Ps. I’m pretty committed to working on “Brooklyn Court” for Nano this November, but it still needs a lot of work.
Haha! I have succeeded in not only chipping away at Begin Again each day this week, but I have met the daily word count goal as well! Ta Da! It is possible!
And I have to admit that I am progressing rather nicely through the last few sections still to be written for the story. It still needs massive edits for continuity issues, of which there ended up being a lot because I reorganized the entire story about six months ago, but it feels really good to have the end of the final draft in sight.
I now have to go do things like homework. Not as much fun, let’s get real.
So as of Friday, there were 651 new words in Splinter. Which I have to say is a great encouragement, because it means that I might actually accomplish some of my goals for September. Very Awesome.
I was pretty productive today, had some lag time at work, so I am only 164 words away from my daily goal! So great, yay!
Let’s hope that it stays that way.
P.S. wanted to acknowledge the fact that I had some views this past week which is pretty great too. I hope you found something that entertained you.
So this week’s goals aren’t going so well. I was sick for labor day, insanely busy on Tuesday, and making up three full days of writing on the last day is just not going to happen. I might push Begin Again writing into the rest of the week, but let’s get real. Probably not going to happen.
So, I think I overdid it a little.
My Camp Project for July is a Walking Dead piece called Begin Again.
He’d been given a second chance. Another chance to get it right, to save his family from the walking dead. But it didn’t come without strings attached.
There were genies who regularly possessed him.
A pack of Werewolves up for six counts of murder.
And a Detective Dixon in Atlanta who knew a startling amount about the magical world he’d just entered.
Let me be honest here: this fic is kicking my ass. I started it back in the Fall of 2015 and it currently rests at 96k words. That’s a lot, right? And I know what you’re thinking: why isn’t it done?
See, when I started the project I didn’t know much about the different elements of the story, from a writer’s perspective. I could locate them in other people’s writing but I couldn’t figure out how to convey it in my own. When I re-drafted the plot to include pieces I figured would help convey the character development that I wanted I ended up adding something like 26 scenes to round the project out to around 139k words.
I imagine at least 15k words will be lost in editing.
Want an excerpt?
“You’re thinking small, Rick Grimes, and you’re only playing with some of the rules.” She sat up from her indolent lounge and pinned him where he stood with mismatched unaligned eyes. “You’re right and you’re wrong at the same time. The Game is simple; the Genie must survive. To survive they have to get stronger and you can only get stronger two ways. The first is to gain more …tenants, I suppose, and the other is to absorb the power of other Genies. My territory is far enough away that I don’t have to worry about Dgpemostfgish for awhile yet, if ever. However, it benefits my long term plan to screw with hers.” She lightly hopped from her seat to circle him. “So I ask again, do you know what they call you, Rick Grimes?”
“No.” He eyed her, twisting to follow her fluid and seductive movements. “What do they call me?”
“They call you the Fate Breaker.” She leaned in close and sniffed at the bare skin of his neck. “By all accounts, you were supposed to die from a gunshot wound to the chest before the Game even began. And some of you, between the thousands of realities, do die of a gunshot to the chest on a primitive highway in the boondocks of Georgia. But most of you don’t.”
Tune in tomorrow to find out how I prepared for Camp NANOWRIMO and what the most difficult parts were.
Are you preparing for NANOWRIMO? What do you think the most difficult part of writing is?
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