I am editing my WIP and thought, hey! It’s Sunday. Why don’t I share with my readers a random, six sentence snippet of what I am currently editing.
So here goes: The scene is when Spitz is going to confront Celeste about the money she owes him. Spitz is on his way down to a motel in Philadelphia.
Spitz could just never figure out what the hell the problem was with everyone. He thought everyone saw in black and white. It was kind of like the kid who thinks all his friends have one parent at home until he goes over his friend’s house and then more friends’ houses and sees that all of their houses have a mom and a dad. His house turns out to be the fucked up one. His house turns out to be the black and white house. His friends’ houses are fine. His friends’ houses are raging in two hundred fifty six color bit schemes while his house is struggling in black and white.
Rowing along on the 80 Train trying to catch the “Six” bus. Ok, not really. It is time for the weekly ROW80 check in. Check out the Jenny Hansen’s blog for the link up!
There is this new site called Triberr that just came to town. Jenny wrote a huge post on it which can be found here. That link is to Part 4, but you can find parts 1 – 3 from there. I bring this up because I will be reading all four posts today. I am on Triberr if anyone wants to find me! I am a lost soul on the site (much like a blind man at an epic light show).
Other than that:
- still writing 750+ words a day.
- still updating blogs.
- still reading/commenting blogs like a blog junkie.
- Walk twenty minutes a day around the neighborhood.
- Figure out this Triberr thing.
- Link up at Nick Rolynd’s blog for 30 minute fiction on Friday’s.
Now for six sentences from a three-year old short story.
Six Sentence Sunday
There were seventeen cats living in Louie’s basement. Louie wasn’t sure how it got so out of control, but he knew he had a problem when the incessant meowing had become the background music for dinner. Louie really thought he was doing the right thing, but it seemed at some point in the last nine months he had possibly become a compulsive cat hoarder.
It all started when Pawsie and Meowlofur were left after his sister Shelia’s death. She had asked Louie while on her death-bed emblazoned with tubes to take her precious felines. Louie had begged her in the hollow hospital room to let someone else have the pleasure, but Sheila was adamant.
Hopefully everyone else is cruising along smoothly with their goals. If not, it is okay. That is the beauty of ROW80 is flexibility. 😀
So it’s Six Sentence Sunday – yeah, just letting anyone who’s been living under a rock. It is also ROW80 check-in day! Again, only for the Rock People.
My six sentences are from my Zombie Novel In Progress. Oh, it will be sweet!
Michele had asked him to cut a tag off of one of her new tank tops. “Summer tangerine,” she said. He remembered that it just looked like orange. Steve noticed Michele still hadn’t said anything. He tried to engage her, but she wouldn’t talk. Then he heard the footsteps.
Okay, so the six sentences don’t really do it justice. This blurb is probably one of the few lower key scenes in the whole WIP so far. I have found that the use of 750words.com is bolstering my productivity and culpability in regard to my writing. I am almost addicted to it. Which is no surprise since I have an addictive nature!
This is my first scheduled blog post. I read on Kristen Lamb’s blog before how to so something this amazing and I picked today to do it because if you are reading this on Sunday, I am on a train. Or I am in New York. Or maybe I am somewhere in between… who flipping knows!
Today I am at the International Motorcycle Show with some biker friends. I will be blogging about that in the coming week. There will be many pictures. Also in the coming months I will be covering a heavy metal show in New Jersey.
GOALS are GOOD – GOALS are SWEET – GOALS are… eh, you get it.
- continue to do 750 words a day on WIP
- continue to read/comment blogs
- get to the gym (major slackage on this one last week)
- organize bills/money/savings
Things I am letting go for the week.
- Editing my NaNoWriMo novel. It is frustrating the hell out of me. I am adding/deleting scenes. I’m putting it down for a week.
- Yelling at people in traffic.
- Making sure everything is perfect (is this a writer thing?) It is counterproductive.
Happy ROWing ROWers! Find some Orbitz coupons and join me!
I have never done a Six Sentence Sunday before.. but here I am to join in the fun! The following six sentences are from the first draft of my WIP. I wrote this WIP in November for NaNoWriMo and will be pulling it out of the drawer on December 30th for its first edit.
WARNING: Crude Language.
Celeste stayed stone faced. She was in way over her head this time. She used to get fronted five or six bags of cocaine every other night, then turn a few tricks and pay it back. Everything was okie dokie.
In the last six months she was snorting more coke than she could suck dick to cover.
“Mama, I need a little more time,” she said and flashed her tired smile.
Please check it out and let me know what you think. I may get into this SSS thing.