[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.]
Hi 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.