December 28, 2013 by Ifeoma Dennis
Last Word Count + Chapter Count:
14 552 words and beginning of chapter seven.
Current WC + CC (or SC):
19 539 words and beginning of chapter nine. At this rate, my WIP taunts me I won’t finish this draft by the end of January, which was my original WIPMarathon goal.
WIP Issues this week:
I worried about world building issues. It’s a bit silly but I spent five hours on Boxing Day checking out the difference between cornices and brackets and friezes and flutes and the like.
I’m also dealing with info-dump issues. Still trying to learn it’s okay not to tell the reader how everything works up front no matter how excited I am about my magic system or something. Some things work better when delayed. Some don’t.
What I learnt this week in writing: .
It takes a long time to be perfect or even close to it. Delivery is hard. But I also learned I love my WIP so much. In spite of every trouble it’s given me, I still don’t see myself giving up on it. I’d only strive to be better.
What distracted me this week while writing:
I re-read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (I’m doing a rather slow HP marathon) and started reading A Girl of Fire And Thorns. Plus we had tropical storms since Christmas Eve until yesterday that got me upset because of the inconveniences they caused.
Last 200 words:
Okay, this is really without context and my brain is fried at this point to edit anything, but here is a non-spoilery 200 words from chapter eight.
“Why, yes. Real daughter of her mother, isn’t she, Torvus?” the shorter Vedette asked the taller one. “Curious as a grimalkin.”
“So why is it called the Seat of the Eight and they are nine spinning up there?”
“One of them was suspended, long before you were born. But excuse me, I think I dropped some money on the floor of that Byruss and it must have sucked it in! Criminal! Must find it! And arrest it!” Saying that, the shorter Vedette ambled away.
Torvus grinned. “I’m not sure he lost his money.”
The stairs seemed unending. Pladdia was sure they were on their fiftieth one. Or the seventieth.
“Amicus has always been scared of entering here, you see. His twin brother was accused about two centuries ago and sentenced to life as a Byruss at this very place. He killed himself eventually. But Amicus swears he’s seen flashes of him in a few places. He’s half-mad, that Amicus, but a good Vedette. And best friend.”
Pladdia didn’t know why Torvus had just told her that, but if he was trying to make her comfortable, it was a big fail.
Looking forward to reading what everyone was up to this week! (if Christmas allowed us, that is) 😀