[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.]
I think RSW is such a cool premise, but unfortunately for me, I didn’t utilize it to my advantage. I didn’t stick to my goals and I’ve only barely moved on my manuscript, which was supposed to be done a month ago. I’ve been a total slacker.
How I did on last week’s goals
Meh. However, I’m currently writing a book review for BookPage. I also started a YA Indie Facebook group that is becoming a diverse, lively place of discussion. I’m stoked about that. I commissioned a cover for an adult cozy series I’ve written one scene for. And I’m fussing with my website and learned how to make a drop-down menu. Sweet.
The same since I started. Finish!!!! the manuscript. I’m ridiculous. Nothing is motivating me.
A favorite line from my story OR one word/phrase that sums up what I wrote/revised
Liam poked his head into the lobby. Mr. Fletcher stood at the reception desk, talking to Autumn, who was pointing at places on a map. Liam presumed it was of Key West.
“Is she gone?” Liam asked, before fulling stepping inside.
Mr. Fletcher raised a brow, and shook his head. “You kids…” he trailed. He folded the map and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He wore a dinner jacket, the kind with suede patches on the elbows. Liam’s father used to have a jacket like that. He wondered for a moment if Mr. Fletcher had kids and then shook the image from his head.
“Enjoy your dinner,” Autumn called to Mr. Fletcher as he left the lobby. The man nodded once before closing the door.
Timothy came around with candles. “Fletcher gone?”
Autumn nodded. “And Mrs. Paulson’s out too.”
“Good,” he said. “We’ll go out by the pool since that seems to be where things, uh….began. Also, it seems to be a place of energy.”
Autumn slid open the patio door that led to the pool area. She ushered the boys outside like a doorman. “Right this way.”
Liam couldn’t get past the fact that they were about to contact a ghost. One who thought he killed her. He prayed a Breyer wasn’t the one who did her harm.
The biggest challenge I faced this week (ex. finding time to write)
I’m having major doubts about whether this book works. I just need to get it to betas and my editor and trust they’ll point out the flaws.
Something I love about my WIP
Wrapping this project up.