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Ready.Set.Write. Week 11

August 17th 2015

[This writing intensive– hosted by Jaime Morrow, Katy Upperman, Erin Funk, and Elodie Nowodazkij is a fun way to give my writing the kick in the ass it needs. RSW gives writers an opportunity to set goals and cheer on other writers.]

RSW1Hi all! It’s Week 11 of RSW, although I skipped Week 10. I went to my parent’s house in Jersey last week.

It’s blazing hot in NEPA and finally feels like summer — two weeks before my kids go back to school. At least, my tomatoes are ripening — a far cry from last summer in which they were 8-foot plants with no red fruit. But, I digress….

How I did on last week’s goals

Well, I didn’t finish Act 2. But I revised a plot point and in doing so, I think I may have made the rest of this project easier to finish. Let’s hope.

My goal(s) for this week

Finish the damn draft. I think I’ve written this as my goal for the entire RSW, but my boys are going camping wit their grandparents, thus leaving me with only 1 child for 4 days. I told my husband I will be ignoring him to write, so let’s get this done!

Also, I’m beta-reading and I’d like to finish Part 1. It’s a great story and I’m anxious to see where it’s headed.

A favorite line from my story OR one word/phrase that sums up what I wrote/revised

Autumn spotted Mr. Blazevig standing near the large Banyan tree at the base of the old Porter house on Duval Street. He hunched over a small table that was set up on the sidewalk and fussing with brochures. He smiled as he chatted with tourists. It made him appear slightly younger than the sad man who she often saw in the City Cemetery, the widower tending to the graves of the two people he loved most.
Autumn dodged a couple in white shorts and Panama hats and crossed Duval Street. The street was alive. It reminded Autumn of a carnival. Everyone was happy to be in Key West. Admittedly, even Autumn. Her time with Liam made her longing for New Jersey weaken.
Evelyn, on the other hand, didn’t seem too thrilled with Autumn’s decision to work for Mr. Blazevig. “Midnight tours?” she had said, her brow furrowing.
“Only on the weekends,” Autumn explained.
“Is that safe?”
Autumn shrugged off her mother’s worries. She wanted to say, ‘You should’ve thought of that before you fired me.’ But instead she said, “I’ll be fine.”

The biggest challenge I faced this week (ex. finding time to write)

I feel like a broken record, but for me, it’s always going to be time. It just is. Especially now. Summer is nearly over for us and school starts the last day of August. Next week, we’ll be doing some back-to-school shopping and haircuts and last-minute playdates. And that stuff is more important because it’s so fleeting.

Something I love about my WIP

At this point, I’ll love it when it’s finished.

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Ready.Set.Write. Week 9

August 3rd 2015

[This writing intensive– hosted by Jaime Morrow, Katy Upperman, Erin Funk, and Elodie Nowodazkij is a fun way to give my writing the kick in the ass it needs. RSW gives writers an opportunity to set goals and cheer on other writers.]

RSW1Summer is a high-speed train and I am on the tracks. It’s going by way too fast. This week, my eldest does his last week of camp (super full day!) and my younger two will be hanging out with mommy while I attempt to finish this manuscript!

This week saw some setbacks in the health department. My kids got pink eye and my infant daughter got pink eye and swimmer’s ear and now I have pink eye. And, shocker, I’ve never had it before. In alllllll my years of being a kid, I never got pink eye. Now, at 36–voila! I’m infected. Gross.

Anyway, on to the roundup.

How I did on last week’s goals

Meh. I wrote a few scenes. I did work on it, but not with gusto.

My goal(s) for this week

I’d really like to finish Act 2.

A favorite line from my story OR one word/phrase that sums up what I wrote/revised

The following morning, Autumn was standing close to the pool’s edge, staring into the green water as if in a trance, when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She jumped, nearly toppling into the water if it wasn’t for the strong grip of a boy’s hand.
“Whoa,” Liam said, holding her upright. “Close one.”
Autumn caught her breath. Her cheeks reddened, slightly embarrassed that she had almost gone headfirst into the greenish water. “Yeah, thanks.” She felt Liam loosen his grip on her silky, floral blouse. The one that was so practically see-through she had to wear a camisole underneath. She wasn’t sure what possessed her to dress-up, as Timothy said to her this morning, but Autumn felt a peculiar need to show Liam she wasn’t always a sweaty, gross mess. To prove to him that she fit in Key West just as much as the pretty girls in her high school class.

The biggest challenge I faced this week (ex. finding time to write)

Time. Time. Time. This morning, my husband asked me to drive 25 minutes one way to the only local tailor to fix the hem in his pants. He needs them for work. What am I going to say — no? He’s under a time constraint to finish his school work (he’s getting a doctorate). My deadlines are only mine. So, I’m sort of writing around everyone else lately.

Something I love about my WIP

I love writing the romance. I’m trying to make it subtle and not cheesy and I feel like I’m succeeding.

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Ready.Set.Write. Week 8

July 27th 2015

[This writing intensive– hosted by Jaime Morrow, Katy Upperman, Erin Funk, and Elodie Nowodazkij is a fun way to give my writing the kick in the ass it needs. RSW gives writers an opportunity to set goals and cheer on other writers.]

RSW1What up, Week 8? I cannot believe it’s almost August. Seriously. This summer seems to be nearly over just as it’s finally getting hot. And autumn begins early where I live. By late August, the leaves start changing colors and by October, we’re freezing.

How I did on last week’s goals

So, I started a new, clean Scrivener file and I’m reorganizing my manuscript in there. Without all these extraneous scenes cluttering up the file, I can now see how the story flows. I added a couple of scenes to bridge gaps and I’m feeling good. I did have to email my editor to tell her that I wouldn’t be ready when I said I would. *shrugs* It’s summer.

But, I did exercise and I’m feeling tremendous over it.

My goal(s) for this week

My boys are done with camp and I promised them some outings, so I’m going to aim for writing a few scenes and that’s it. Also, I want to include two gym days in there as well. Keep the momentum going.

A favorite line from my story OR one word/phrase that sums up what I wrote/revised

That evening, Liam sat at his grandfather’s kitchen table and picked at the spaghetti.
“What’s the matter?” his grandpa asked. “You don’t like it? Sylvia from down the block made the sauce.” He grunted. “I think she has a thing for me.”
Liam barely laughed. “It’s fine. Good, actually. I guess I’m not that hungry.”
Leo took a sip of water and wiped his mouth. “Something bothering you, kid? Like that cut on your forehead?”
Liam tapped his fork lightly against the ceramic bowl. “I have a lot on my mind is all. And the cut is fine. It doesn’t hurt too bad.”
Leo sat back in his chair and opened up his arms. “Come on, sport. Talk to your old Pops.”
Liam heaved a big sigh. “Do you believe in ghosts?”
“Ghosts?” his grandpa asked. “I thought this was going to be a frank discussion about the meaning of life. Or about girls.”
Liam shook his head. “It’s about that too. But, seriously, do you believe in ghosts?”
Leo threw down his napkin. “I knew I shouldn’t have asked Glenda to hire you. That place has got you spooked.” He stood up and lumbered over to the fridge. “Did you hear some weird noises?” He rummaged around the side door for some Parmesan cheese and plunked it on the table. He sat back down and readjusted the napkin. “Did you see a woman in a white sheet?” He smirked.
Clearly, Liam knew his grandfather was making fun of him. Leo had a way of talking to both Liam and his father, like he cared and couldn’t give two shits all in the same breath. But for some reason, Liam decided to be honest with his Pops, if only just to say it aloud and move on.

The biggest challenge I faced this week (ex. finding time to write)

Solitude has been hard to come by.

Something I love about my WIP

I love the exchanges between Liam and his grandpa (like in the excerpt above). Liam and Leo have a close relationship that’s been marred by family setbacks.

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Ready.Set.Write. Week 7

July 20th 2015

Hi, Week 7! Man, summer is flying by. I have edits due in mid-August. And I’m waaaay behind. But for some reason, I’m not stressing anymore. Cuz it’s summer! Actually, I’m feeling good. I got a brand new niece this week and my boys are loving camp. RSW1

How I did on last week’s goals

Okaaaaay. I wasn’t feeling great for a few days last week so I slacked, but I’m feeling more confident and hey! Isn’t that 90% of the battle? And then I got an email from Chuck Sambuchino who asked me to write a blog post for Writer’s Digest! So I did that yesterday. I also scheduled a sale for The Lady in Blue (starting today!) and set up a few free promotions for this week. I’m excited about the week.

My goal(s) for this week

Revise. Write. Promote. And try not to yell at my kids so much.

A favorite line from my story OR one word/phrase that sums up what I wrote/revised

Timothy found Autumn rummaging through an old steamer trunk in the attic.
“Girl,” he said, his voice hinting at annoyance. “Your mother has been looking all over for you and she sent me to find you. Do you think I like running up and down stairs calling your name?” He stood in the doorway fanning himself with his hand. “What are you doing up here? It’s hotter than hell.”
Autumn wiped a line of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “Just give me a sec.” She plucked out an old black and white photo from the trunk and sat back. “Well, freak me.” In the photo stood a group of four young sailors, their arms around each others’ shoulders.
Timothy rolled his eyes. “What mystery are you playing at?”

The biggest challenge I faced this week (ex. finding time to write)

My biggest challenge this week was that I felt like ass. Three days of it. I won’t go into details. But when you’re sick, you’re useless. Am I right?

Something I love about my WIP

I love Timothy! He’s one of my most favorite characters ever.

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Ready.Set.Write. Week 6

July 13th 2015

What up, Week 6! Summer is killing me, in that, it’s summer — I have no work ethic. None.

RSW1How I did on last week’s goals

I did work on my manuscript, just not enough to make a dent. I’m editing the first act, so I’m not adding to my word count, which makes me feel like I’m spinning my wheels. But, I did write an essay and sell it to a paying market. So, there’s that. I actually made some money. Woot!

My goal(s) for this week

I was so hoping to get this book to my beta readers. So, that’s my goal.

A favorite line from my story OR one word/phrase that sums up what I wrote/revised

Autumn dangled her legs over the edge of the pier and swung them to and fro like a small child. She squinted into the bright rays of the setting sun. Liam sat beside her, his legs bent and his hands splayed behind him. At first they were both quiet, just watching the fishing boats coming in from the afternoon catch. Liam felt like a young boy when Pops would take him out on the boat. Except instead of being mesmerized by dolphins, he kept staring at Autumn’s legs.

The biggest challenge I faced this week (ex. finding time to write)

My baby girl has been going to bed at 9:30 every night, making it near impossible to write. We have the same bedtime. WTF. Teething.

Something I love about my WIP

I love the character arcs. My characters show real emotional growth. I’m proud of them.

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