There was a major distraction this week that killed my word count: WriteOnCon. It’s okay though, because while I didn’t squeeze in my word count each day, I did get amazing feedback on both my query and first five pages for my YA Mystery, Fighting Chance. Now I’m back on track and have written 3k in the last two days.
Current word count:
28,500. Yep, I know what you’re thinking. Wasn’t she at 30K last week? I was, but then I decided to scrap two chapters (eeek!). I didn’t like where the story was headed and completely changed course. I’m much happier now with the direction of this manuscript.
WIP issues this week:
As mentioned above, I had an initial idea about the struggles I wanted my MC to go through. But when those struggles started to move her away from her love interest, things started to go south. So what did I do? I killed those darlings. And let me tell you, it was PAINFUL!
What I learned this week in writing:
It’s okay to rethink things and chart a new course for your story when you’re headed off track. It is scary, but your manuscript will be infinitely better for it.
And just to continue the fun in regards to research…I visited an aviation museum yesterday and talked to a man who was a pilot in the Korean war. He was amazingly helpful and gave me a ton of info about flying which I’m excited to work into my manuscript.
What distracted me this week while writing:
Last 200 words:
Farmland streams out for miles below us. Red barns and spinning windmills become small, dark pinpricks as we race higher into the atmosphere. Henry banks the Jenny left and I glance over my shoulder. An odd sense of pride washes over me as he handles the controls with skill. We level out again and I close my eyes. The whistle of the wind sings to me, its high-pitched whoosh echoing in my ears. The air dances along my body, skimming my skin and pulling at the curls along my hairline. Before I can stop it, a familiar electrical buzz races through me. The latch from my seat belt is undone and my boots are pressed against the seat. A nearby strut is cold in my hand and I’m out on the wing, gliding in the open air.
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