So I’m trying to get back into this whole writing thing. I can come up with excuse after excuse for why I haven’t been writing, but it was really my own laziness, I think. That and stress. Anyway, my goal is to write 50k words toward this new super secret (ha!) novel I’m working on for Camp NaNo, and due to above excuses, I’m just starting today. That means I have to write about 3,000 words a day in order to finish in time. Not impossible for me, but not going to be ridiculously easy to.
So I’m going to dive into this #ROW80 and #WIPpet stuff again. HOWEVER! This is supposed to be a super secret project, which I’m not entirely sold on how that’s going to work in terms of WIPpet, so this shall be interesting. But I need some accountability people! So yell at me if I’m not writing every day.
ROW80 goals for the rest of April!
1. Write 3k words a day on Lost & Forsaken
2. Edit 2 chapters a day on Her Run for Rachael
3. Edit 2 chapters a day on shorts for Kaden
4. Edit 1 chapter a day on Unbound: Book One of Quarter Life which is my own thing that’s supposed to be coming out in Oct.
aaaaaand here’s my WIPpet for today. If you can all guess why this thing is secret from this, I’ll be damned impressed. No context. This is from the first chapter of the book so there isn’t much anyway. I’m giving you 4 paragraphs for the month of April. Simple math for me today.
He didn’t want to set them off, to make them angry. They weren’t fun when they were angry. They weren’t fun most of the time, but when he made they mad they really took it out on him. Harold clutched his hand to his chest and glanced back at the tree several times as he ran in the other direction. He had to get away, but they were everywhere. [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS]
He sniffled in the cold morning hair, drops of water running down his nose and from his eyes. Harold ran again in a new direction than the one he had been going in. They hadn’t ever wanted to take him before, but this time they definitely wanted to take him. He choked on his spit as he moved as fast as he could through the streets.
His feet hurt. They scuffled along the ground and scraped on the asphalt when he dodged out into the street. He blinked the tears out of his eyes and shook his head, grinding his teeth together in an attempt to stave off the pain. If they caught him, there would be more pain than he could ever imagine. That was what happened the last time, so it certainly would happen again.
Stepping up back onto the curb and the smooth cement, Harold pushed onward. He made it down to the school, where he knew they were buried. He blinked rapidly in their direction and then changed his one more time. Why he had run there, he had no idea, but running to them was a bad idea. Running to them would get him hurt, or worse yet, killed. Harold zigzagged again and went as fast as he could away from the football field. He needed to get away, far away.
That’s all folks! Oh and I’m about 800 words shy of my 3k goal for today, so I think I’ll be hitting that in the next thirty minutes or so. If you want to join in either of these awesome events, check out the websites. ROW80 is here and this WIPpet thing is here and is run but Kathi who kicks more ass than Janni. =P The only rules to WIPpet is to make your post related to the date somehow. Pretty easy rule, right? Now! Go forth and write!