To those who have decided to peripherally monitor this train to see of it goes off the rails, I feel obligated to inform you that I am not a same time every day writer. It comes when it comes and the schedule allows. I would love to be a same time every day AM writer. Alas, there are days when I am a PM writer, and even late night writer. (In fact, that is most days) Happy Scribing.
Nov 1, 2014 – Day 1 – 555 Words
“Um, I ...” She stuttered, wanting to tell her former leader to go to hell, and that she wasn’t helping her to do anything anymore. However, the fear induced by the presence of the woman on the other end of the phone stole her words.
Nov 2 – Day 2 – 714 Words
“You know nothing! A scared little mouse is what you were when I found you. A wet behind the ears fledgling with a broken wing. I took you in, nurtured you, taught you the ways of Diana and Artemis, the sacred ones, and you think to lash me now? You should be on your knees to me, Elizabeth. It was not the Goddess who saved you, it was me.”
Nov 3 – Day3 – 725 Words
What besieged her waking moments, and a lot of her sleeping ones, in the years following, was that the very souls she sought to preserve with her phone call were, instead, destroyed because of it.
Nov 4 - Day in the date - 581 Words
“I am talking about living in a tin can trailer when I should be on my own acre of land. I am talking about polyester recliners and setting my drink on wicker furniture, instead of my Corinthian leather and marble mahogany. I am talking about losing everything and you being responsible.”
Nov 5 – Ugh, day 5 – 731 Words
Started a bit rough, as I was making a transition from one place and scene to the next, though the same characters were involved. I had an idea on how I wanted to begin the new scene before completion of yesterday’s work. But sometimes the space is HUGE between idea and words. Once I got the scene started, it flowed nicely for a time, then became choppy again when working out details. Some internet research about some things, and phrasing for others, plugged the book along.
It got smooth again near the end of the writing day, until I came to a point where I felt what came next would be best suited for a new day. Um, plus, I got really hungry. :P Anyway, here is the blurb. Peace and happy writing.
That he had become a cold blooded killer, just like his captors, even mimicking the method they used for their sacrifices, also made sense to her. She cringed as the shroud of shame fell on her shoulders for her role in all the deaths.
Nov. 6 – Day you can guess – 610 Words (End of Chapter 1)
Another uphill day, for two reasons. One, I was a bit tired, and two, I wanted to bring the current scene to an end a certain way. Why a certain way? Well, I wanted to tell some of the information that needed to be told and leave the rest for revealing in the body of the book. Choosing which took a bit of considering. And, because of my writing style (unique to every writer) I wanted to do it, yep, you got it, a certain way. (Laughed just now, couldn’t help it)
Anyway, until now, I have been working with the same two characters while telling a backstory. Because of the way Irony 2 ended, this is a must. I could have made it a prologue, I suppose, but decided to go with chapter 1. So, without further ado, (always wanted to say that) I give you Day 6’s blurb.
She’d told her all about it following one of the last nights of passion they shared. Putting out of her mind the twilights of wild abandon, admittedly the most sensuous experiences of her life, she concentrated on the task at hand.
Nov. 7 - Day 7 - 599 Words (Start of Chapter 2)
Still writing uphill as the book takes form. Emerging into Chapter 2, again, while I had an idea of how I wanted to introduce my main characters into the new book, there is that gaping space between idea and words. What is that you ask? Didn’t I have an outline before I started? Yes, I did, a beginning, an end, and several events that I wanted to take place during the course of the novel.
At this stage of my career, however, I am not a minute detailed outliner. Also, I wanted to allow for the book to take its own from in the writing. There may be events that pop up as the book breathes on its own which just take over. You have no plan of it, but your fingers and mind type outside of the outline and keep going.
That is what took place three quarters of the way through Irony 2. I had a plan in mind and was following along nicely and Bam! The book wanted a different ending. I went with it and now think it is a better book because of it. How good the book itself is, you can judge for yourself. (Click for Irony 2)
Anyway, I say all this to say that the train is still on the track for now, chugging along to its destination. Happy writing people.
“This guy isn’t going anywhere, lieutenant, and when he does finally make his move, he had better hope we get to him before Sanchez castrates him,” Detective Rivers said.
Of the five man surveillance team tasked that night to take down a killer, Rivers, Garcia, Williams, Lieutenant Murtaugh, and the decoy, Officer Carmen Sanchez, four of them shared a laugh.
“You would be here instead of me, Rivers, but I looked better in a dress,” Officer Sanchez shot back.