Hey all! So I’ve taken it pretty easy this past weekend. After finding out a friend died on Friday morning and finishing my novel that same day, I really just needed a break from life in general, so I took it easy. I didn’t write for two whole days! *gasp* I know! That never happens!
Here’s my ROW80 update!
1. Write 1667 words a day, like NaNo.
As you can see, I didn’t really hit my goal on Monday, but I did do some writing and reading over what I had written to catch back up to where I was. This is the issue when I go back to writing a piece I haven’t looked at in awhile.
2. keep up with all blog posts ROW80, WIPpet, Open When and add in 1 extra post a week
All done/scheduled for this week since I’ll be out of town Friday and Saturday
3. Edit at least one chapter a week on something.
4. crochet one round of border a week
not yet…on my to do list for tomorrow though!
and onto WIPpet! I finished my novel, but I do still have the companion short story to go with it, so I’ve been very slowly working on that. Thanks to Kate for lending me her mojo this afternoon for a few hours!
My math this week is awesome. This is from chapter 37 of Unbound and is 165 words of fun. My math? 201 – 10 – 22 – 4 = 165. There! Simple! Here we go. The context is they went to get a creature, it escaped, and now they’re chasing it. Faye has just fallen to the ground because of screeching from this magnificent bird-like thingy that has no name yet.
“Get up!” he yelled.
Once she made out the words, Faye pushed up from the ground slowly, her head and ears still aching. Joel was yelling at her again, but she couldn’t move any faster. The creature charged, but Joel held his line. Before Faye could knock him out of harms way, Amelia appeared and fired her own gun. Apparently Faye had been the only one not issued a weapon. She snarled and glared. She had a weapon of her own.
The tingles that had been racing up and down her spine were at a breaking point. Faye tapped into them and let them spring through her body. She hissed as her fangs appeared and her nails grew. She cracked her neck and stared at Big Bird as he faltered a step when Amelia put another bullet into him. Joel looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“Watch out, Big Bird. I’m coming,” Faye said, her voice far lower than normal.
And that, my friends, is the end! Catch you on the flip side!