So I was successful in keeping with the editing process. So far there are two parts I highlighted and made notes on that basically it sucked and I had to go back and revise it when I was finished on my “seek & destroy” mission of editing all the unlikable parts of my WIP. I am up to page 104 of 188 and hope to be finished before the month is over. I am off Monday, so a big chunk of time will go to this.
I went to a meeting Friday night and got my six-year coin. 😀 It was a proud moment. It is an odd feeling not feeling right or comfortable in my own skin for most of my life and the first part of my sobriety. But, as I shared Friday night, I realized, I am extremely comfortable in my own skin these days and really like who I am.
It is hard to explain to someone who doesn’t know what I mean. I love me! And not in that “look at me! look at me!” way. More like: I am so comfortable with myself these days that I don’t have to pretend to be someone I am not to get people to like me. I am being true to who I am and that is so important to propel forward in a positive way!
Continue editing. I am keeping with this goal.
Make meetings. I made two AA meetings this week!
Triberr 2 – 3 times a week. I did two this week. I go down the whole page til I share all posts – it takes a while.
Comment on blogs. I am not really doing this as much as I used to (I burned myself out). But I am commenting on about ten – twenty blogs a week and try to comment on different ones.
Come up with a few ideas for my lagging “Flash Fiction Friday” posts. Truth is, I have had zero ideas wrapped in a blanket of nothing.
That’s what I got so far! How are you coming along with your goals?
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.
1. Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they are – no cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors.
These seven lines are from my NaNoWriMo project “Bound and Broken.” Hope you enjoy!
Jack made it to the side of his car and gently pulled up on the door handle. Just as he did, a horn blew in the distance and Jack swung the door open. He pushed Celeste gently into the car and crawled in behind her.
They laid there in the car waiting for the next loud noise so that the car could start. Jack whispered in Celeste’s ear.
“Listen to me, Celeste. We have to do this right. We cannot let this cop see us. I am not going to fucking jail. Do you understand me? I am not!” And with that he grabbed Celeste’s thigh.
Now who do I tag… who is it gonna be….
And hey.. if anyone else wants to play along, consider your self to be of the “chosen ones” and get on in it!! I love reading people’s work. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
I have the ROW80 spirit. However, if I write another “catchy title” that has the word ROW in it, I most likely will dye my hair green and join a circus.
I finished the first edit on my NaNo novel. After that, on lunch breaks at work, I began a re-write in a few places. There was a squiggle here and there. A dash or two, a little “^” mark with illegible words scribbled above. I crossed out some lines, corrected a few typos (NOTE: typos can be found after you’ve become a stranger to your work. If you’re reading like someone else wrote it, the mistakes jump off the page) and changed one character’s name.
After reading the first chapter of my WIP, I took a deep breath, said an expletive and scrapped my entire first scene. Yes. The opening scene is lying at the bottom of a cold, filthy barrel along with other scenes that were scrapped over the decades. Ok, not really. I just deleted it. But where is the drama in that?
Ok, so the picture isn’t actually scraps of anything but that’s my point. It is scraps in a way because it is a bunch of random items that aren’t helping each other.
That is where the opening scene in my WIP was. It was a bunch of words strewn together with mash potato glue in a desperate attempt at… a hook? empathy? a vomit bag? Probably the latter. Since I started this whole “serious shot at writing” deal, I have read a lot of “first chapters.” Mostly in critique groups on the Critique Corner of Writers Digest. Some of them are good. Some of them are the equivalent of drunken love notes. But that’s why we have our stuff critiqued. That’s why we put our work away and go back to it. We’ve all written drunken love notes – literally or figuratively.
I wrote my NaNoWriMo work in thirty days, and threw it in a drawer for another thirty. I jotted down all the notes of the story my characters wanted to tell. 50,000+ words of notes. Now I am back in the scraps of the first draft and telling the story.