Hello and welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a blog hop wherein writers share an excerpt from their current WIP that somehow relates to the date. To join in, simply click the blue linky up there to the right.
WIPpet first this week, since I want to spend a bit of time talking about my progress in the next part of this post.
For my WIPpet this week, I added all the digits of the date together and have sixteen sentences for you. Anders, the landlord at the pub where Ria works, has begged her to use her psychic gift to see whether his sister and her unborn baby are going to survive a fever. He’s desperate so he’s threatened to dock her pay if she doesn’t do it for him, even when she points out there are some things it’s better not to know in advance.
Well, there was my answer. I stopped playing. I couldn’t tell him this. How could I tell him his niece or nephew was going to live only moments? He had wanted me to do this because he so desperately wanted to hear that everything would be all right. I didn’t know if his sister would even recover properly from the illness he had mentioned, but what I had seen was bad enough. I wasn’t feeling angry anymore. Just sad. But I knew I couldn’t tell him the truth. I forced a smile as I turned to him. His expression was hopeful, like a dog who thinks you have a bone.
“It will be all right,” I said, deliberately staying vague. “I saw your sister in labour. The baby will be born within the next few days.” My first statement might have been an outright lie, but the second two were technically true. I felt a little sick seeing the transformation that came over Anders at the news.
So, uh, it’s not hard to guess Anders’ reaction a few days later. This is the catalyst for
I was having dinner with some friends on Sunday evening and we were talking about how January has a tendency to be weird. Routines get mucked up over the holidays and while you may have grand plans for the new year, sometimes it can be hard to really kick-start them. I’ve been spending the last couple of weeks fervently hoping that the weirdness would leave with January and February would be better.
It wasn’t until this week that I realised actually made more progress than I thought throughout January. My goal for writing over the next few months was to write during the week and revise on weekends and see how that goes. My process is constantly evolving and I’m trying this method to see how it works for me. To start, I planned to go over the 20k-ish words I had written already. When I didn’t manage that in the first week of the month, then the first fortnight, I extended that plan to the full month.
Between the heat (we’ve been getting weather over 40*C here lately – if any Americans would like to swap some cold for some hot, I’m keen!), and some other priorities, I felt rather behind on this goal. I don’t know if you noticed, but I was kind of sulky in my Wednesday posts because I was feeling guilty about these revisions not getting done. It hit me on Monday that January was nearly over and I wasn’t going to have everything ready to go with writing again in February like I’d planned.
That was until I sat down at my computer on Monday night and realised I only had a couple of scenes left to go through. I was practically at the end. I would have finished it Monday night except I had a rehearsal to get to, so Tuesday morning on the bus I got to the final bit. It was exciting to start writing again at lunch on Tuesday.
Still, I can’t help feeling a bit bittersweet as we reach the end of the month. There’s still a little part of me saying “Even with all those nights where you didn’t do any work, you got this far. Think what you might have done if you’d worked on it every night!” I’m trying not to listen to this bit of myself. It needs to shush.
There are still improvements to be made in this first section (now closer to 17k than 20 because I had to write a character out and with her a number of conversations and scenes – though I have kept them in a “deleted scenes” folder). I might be tidying it up but at the end of the day it is still a first draft. If anything needs a major overhaul, I’m just making a note and coming back to it later.
So what’s next?
February is back to basics. Ideally, I’d like to write every week day and revise on weekends, and if I take my laptop to work with me, it could happen. I do have rehearsals Monday and Thursday nights, though, and on a lot of Sunday afternoons, too. I think probably a couple of hours on the weekend should see me through the kind of revisions I’m doing at the moment.
So really, it’s all down to being disciplined again. I have a decent outline so I know where the story needs to go, it’s just a case of getting it there now.
I’m also starting a class in circus fitness! This is partly something I’ve always wanted to do, and partly because I can call it research for the circus-y parts of the novel coming later. This class is actually at an aerial studio, so I won’t be learning acrobatics or juggling, but they do teach silks, trapeze and lyra (which is the one with a hoop on a rope – see, I’m learning things already!)
Have a great week everyone! I’ll get to your blogs on the weekend.