[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.]
Summer 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.