Last Word Count:
Current Word Count:
7,810 (54k altogether).
WIP Issues this week:
I have had to set up my Y-File for this project. The document where I catalogue all the issues I have noticed cropping up as I write. There are many bullet points there already which is a bit demotivating but I am trying not to worry about it too much as this stage. Also, the fact that I am over 50k and not even halfway yet is a little disconcerting…
What I learnt this week in writing:
Word wars are the best. I wouldn’t have hit anywhere near the amount of words I have this week if it weren’t for all the great WIPMarathon-ers on Twitter who have been leaping at the chance of word wars.
What distracted me this week while writing:
Same as last week: work, Lego City Undercover and arranging the Book Sale.
Last 200 words:
Remember, still a first draft! I’m very much pantsing this novel and so from one moment to the next I’m not really sure where it’s going. It’s part of the fun!
She didn’t even greet us with any pleasantries, her fingers already on the falcon, moving the wing as gently as she could and wincing sympathetically as he made a distraught chirrup. Her expression changed from concern to anger as her eyes immediately found Marlaya’s, stalking across to her and pointing a finger directly in her face. “Was this your fault?”
Marlaya stared back at her with wide eyes, brain trying to catch up with the situation before she returned with her own scowl, leaning over Jenna with the few inches of height she had to her advantage. “Not that it hasn’t crossed my mind,” she hissed, “but no, it weren’t.” Jenna’s eyes were still narrowed, like she didn’t quite believe her and Marlaya just had to go and push her luck by adding, “Not really got enough meat on it to be good eatin’.” She only grinned further when Jenna looked ready to punch her in the face.
“It was rioters, Jenna,” I said, trying to break up the tension.
Her head turned to face me, her expression confused as if she wasn’t sure why I was there before clearing into a friendly smile. “Emily, hey!” I didn’t know why she seemed so surprised, I was the one that had involved her in all this, after all. She quickly turned back to Marlaya, frown once again in place as she said, “To be continued…” and then strode away to stand next to Paige and I, eyes back to scanning over Brian’s injuries.
How is everyone else getting on?