So I totally spaced this post today. Got a little involved in outlining the upcoming parts of my novel and busy with other things and well, you know how it goes. Have you ever gotten to the end of plotting one book and the next is trying to demand your attention? One project at a time you crazy ideas. ONE! (That’s how I roll. Don’t know how you multiple-projects-at the-same-time people do it).
Anyways, great weekend for me. More on that in the goals below!
Finish line edits on SHADE. Achieved!
Read at least 2 new books. No new progress. I’m still a total slacker when it comes to mornings and train commuting still isn’t happening. Hopefully soon.
October NaNoWriMo Prep Work. Achieved!
NaNoWriMo Challenge. ACHIEVED! Yep, hit 50,000 words over the weekend. But I’m pressing forward, because the show ain’t over yet. I’m going to try for 70K, which was my original goal anyway. I think I’ll hit it. I’m pretty into my story right now. I know a few of you hit 50K a bit ago, but hey, at least I caught up. And for those of you still working toward it, don’t give up. The point is to write, no matter how far you get. So write!
Edit/finish the short stories I do have. No new progress.
Onto the WIPpetting. I think I’m going to continue on with what I had last week and give the next little excerpt to what happened. (Feel free to read last week’s so you’re not confused).
Darkness surrounded him, accompanied with an unrelenting squeeze. Or was it a stretch? Or was it both? The darkness and the water pulled him, stretching and squeezing, making his body contort into uncomfortable positions. He swayed back and forth, back and forth. He reached out to grasp something, anything, but all he felt was the water. Not even the cold hands gripped him any longer.
The water squeezed him again, thrusting him forward into a pair of strong hands that gripped his arms and pulled him from the water. Explosions and screams echoed around him. The hands lifted him up and he opened his eyes. Yellow ones stared back into his. He tried to shove himself away, but his head spun and he couldn’t stand without his aunt’s support.
“The first time is always the worst,” she consoled, patting his head. “How fortunate for me you decided to finally visit the city. Reflections are so much easier to find in a place like this.”
“Reflections?” he muttered, falling into her.
“Are you envious of my pet? I would be in your position.”
Gah! Family can be so demanding and a little too possessive. Hope your NaNo is going well!