WIPMarathon Check-In #3

I’m moving very slowly on these goals, but I’m here to say January is where it’s AT 😉

Last Check-in Wordcount + ChapterCount (+ scene count if you’re revising): I still don’t even know what to put here. Haven’t been working on the WIP apart from a chapter/scene outline, but that’s nearly finished, so then I can move on to actually WRITING WORDS 🙂 Then I’ll have some numbers for ya…

WIP Issues this week: I was planning to leave one MS alone over the holidays, but I finished a LitReactor class and got very encouraging feedback that kickstarted a train of thought about a change in a thread of the MS. No plot change, but motivation change, in a way. And as you might imagine, this change had tentacles woven throughout about a quarter of the chapters. So while this was an “issue”, it was also a huge, huge blessing that I realised what I could change, and how it would tidy up and smooth out the MS. When I finished this revision (after making a Rachel Aaron-style Google doc full of changes and what chapter each necessary change takes place in), I felt so peaceful. And I slept like I hadn’t in weeks, so I can only think this “issue” was the thing I’d known in the back of my head for a long time I needed to address. Having done so feels like magic. 🙂

What I learnt this week in writing: I read Rachel Aaron’s 2k TO 10K book (highly recommended!!) and I highlighted tons of stuff in it on my Kindle, but here’s one:

Never put a scene you don’t love in your book.

AMEN! That’s earth-shattering. I don’t know why, but it is. Really made me think about those “Oh, ugh, how do I make this boring chapter interesting?”-type feelings.

What distracted me this week while writing: Christmas. We did a mini Christmas yesterday, opened presents my family sent from the States, watched Rudolph and The Snowman, and then went to see Die Hard at the cinema late showing. YIPPEE KI-YAY!!! Love that film. Classic on so many levels! 🙂 Then we left this morning at sunrise for Scotland and made it under 6 hours in sunny weather (rain didn’t hit ’til we arrived). Now, time to catch up on sleep before getting back to the WIP!

Last 200 words:

He moved to rise when we finished our meal, but I put a hand on his arm and he stopped.

“What is it, lassie?”

“Promise me something, Finlay.”

He inclined his head and I locked onto his eyes. “You can’t ever tell me anything you might . . . See. If I know the future, anything negative, I’ll be tempted to try to stop it. And I can’t let that happen. I told Marnock I wouldn’t.”

Finlay’s brows knitted together, but he rubbed my hands with callused fingers. After a moment, he nodded.

“Of course. I promise.”

His left eye twitched. I lurched forward across the table, my chest leaning on my now-empty bowl as I gripped his hands. “You’ve already Seen something, haven’t you?”

He smiled sadly but squeezed tight. “It doesna concern us, lass. I will keep my vow to you, this one and all.”

Despite all my posturing, I trusted those eyes. After a moment, I sat back down. I was damned if I’d cry in a roomful of strangers who needed reason to remember us. I’d spent twenty-two years barring my emotions, treating men with indurate regard and lightning-fast defenses. It felt better than coming home to say, “I love you,” out loud.

And that was what worried me.

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Merry Christmas to all and hope you find time to squeeze in some writing, but if you’re home visiting family & friends you’ve not seen in awhile, ENJOY THAT PRECIOUS TIME! 🙂

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