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Novel chapter creaking up on being done. The first time I wrote it, I started with word counts and deadlines in mind, but I had not yet gotten a handle on the plot. It was all over the place, with a few fun bits.
This time around, the secondary characters have some texture and the relationships feel right. I'm very pleased with the humor in it, too.
Down to the stats for yesterday:
Title: Shift (Second draft)
Word count: 867 (Had to stop because I hadn't eaten and only realized I was hungry when I couldn't type properly. After six tries at typing the word "protest" and failing, it becomes obvious that you need a sammich.)
Total for the week so far: 2642
The style is not particularly memorable at this point, but I'm very pleased with the story. :)
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Had lunch with L, the PTA mom I get on with so well. Before I knew what I was doing, I had told her the deepest desire of my heart -- to write stories for the rest of my life. I'd also love for people to read them, but that doesn't feel as important right now, for some reason.
Y'all know all about that, because I blab about it here constantly, but I almost never articulate that to people in real life. It's like I've been afraid to actually speak of what I want out loud, and now I've realized that I'm not anymore. That has to mean something, though I'm not sure what.
This time around, the secondary characters have some texture and the relationships feel right. I'm very pleased with the humor in it, too.
Down to the stats for yesterday:
Title: Shift (Second draft)
Word count: 867 (Had to stop because I hadn't eaten and only realized I was hungry when I couldn't type properly. After six tries at typing the word "protest" and failing, it becomes obvious that you need a sammich.)
Total for the week so far: 2642
The style is not particularly memorable at this point, but I'm very pleased with the story. :)
***
Had lunch with L, the PTA mom I get on with so well. Before I knew what I was doing, I had told her the deepest desire of my heart -- to write stories for the rest of my life. I'd also love for people to read them, but that doesn't feel as important right now, for some reason.
Y'all know all about that, because I blab about it here constantly, but I almost never articulate that to people in real life. It's like I've been afraid to actually speak of what I want out loud, and now I've realized that I'm not anymore. That has to mean something, though I'm not sure what.
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