Monday, March 2, 2015

WIPMaraton #2

Soooooo... February escaped without my notice and I totally missed my second WIPMarathon report. Not an awesome first-ish impression, but I have an excuse. It's pretty airtight, too. I am so, so sick right now. I've been sick since my amazing, hardworking husband brought me home a little gift from one of the guys at work. The Black Plague. If it was actually possible to cough up a lung, I would have days ago. Until today, all I've done is lay in my bed and hack.

No fun. But, better late than never, I'm endeavoring to get it done right now. A word of warning, I had a rough month. February was unkind to me, lots of stuff going on that's so far out of my control right now--excuses, excuses! So, I didn't come anywhere near making my goal. Fail.

Without further delay...

Last report wordcount + chapter count/scene count: 68, 107 (8 Chapters with lots of scene breaks)

Current report WC + CC/ SC: 70, 210 (still 8 chapters, even more scene breaks)

WIP issues this month: So, I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but my biggest problem this month is that my story is getting/has gotten out of my control. Like, way out of my control. I feel like there's too much going on to work. So, at this point, I'm torn between powering through the way things are now and trying to untangle it during edits, and going back and fixing it now, before this thing goes any further. I mean, I've been on this bull a long time and it's about to buck me off. Right about now, it's like Book: 1, Kristyn: 0.

Four things I learned this month in writing:

  1. It absolutely is possible to have a major, book altering revelation/idea after you've been hammering away for two years. It's possible to look at what you're doing and say, "hey, maybe I need to change thing thing" even though you know that is going to fundamentally alter your whole plot. What I don't know is if I should ignore the impulse, or take the plunge. In this case, it would mean changing my MC's profession, which would mean changing her age, a major chunk of the story line, and the professions of lots of the secondary characters. But, I think it might make more sense if I do it. Maybe an outline of how it would look with the change is in order. Maybe.
  2. I am completely allowing my WIP to control me. The more scared or worried I am about what's  coming next, the less able I am to write. I'm completely crippled by my fear, so I just procrastinate or whatever and it never gets done. This is sort of the same thing as my #3 point from last month, but it's even truer now than last month.
  3. If I allowed myself, I would hop to a different project for a while and work on something else. I would put this book aside (again) and do something else so fast, my head would spin. Probably because of #2 above. Watch, next month I'm going to be like... So, about that project hopping thing. Yeah.
  4. There was something... I know there was.
What distracted me this month while writing: Lots happening, some good some bad, and I've been ailing. All that together has meant my priorities are a little out of whack. Honestly, though, I could say a lot of stuff here but I won't. The bottom line is this: I didn't get it done. I probably could have, but I didn't. So, apparently, I distracted myself this month.

Goals for next month: The same as last month, 10,000 words or finish this sucker. But, honestly, I'd be happy with solid progress. So, maybe I should make my goal to write at least something every day and see what happens.

Last 200 Words: "Okay," I looked away, emotion receding like waves from the shore. "Okay, if I have no other choice then I have no other choice. But, you can't tell me that my mother gave me the same opportunities as every other girl," I glanced at her, then back to my Grandfather. "She has done everything in her power to make me miserable, to rob me of chances." 

"I did no such thing," she sounded haughty, but her declaration lacked conviction. 

"When this is done, when I have inherited whatever family legacy belongs to me, I don't want anything to do with any of you ever again."  Clara gasped, a dramatic little sound and Jax huffed. 

"You will change your mind," my grandfather said, his tone unconcerned, "when you have come into yourself, you will need us. You will, in fact, crave closeness with us." 

"I doubt that," I said, pulling my hands away from his. He let me go and I backed away. "You have manipulated me, controlled me, and ruined any chance I might have had to be happy. I will never forgive any of you." (186 words)


That's it for this month. I'm feeling writey after writing this, so might be that I'll go try to get in some words. Forgive the typos. Good night. :)