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WIP Update

This is going to be a quick post.  I'm trying to keep up with at least once a week postings here.

I'm currently working on revisions to my WIP.  I have completed the first 3 chapters (2 of which were COMPLETELY) rewritten.  It sucks when you take a left turn during the first draft and then have to retcon the rest of the manuscript to match later chapters.  I started on the 4th chapter today and so far it's the only one I actually feel happy with.  Since I didn't plan out the novel before I started writing, I have had to go back and generalize where my chapters are, and I expect to have 22 or 23 chapters when I'm done.

So far I'm not too upset with what I've written.  I'm just not sure if anyone will want to read it.  If someone does read it, how much will they hate it?  I guess that's a question for an IWSG post.

I think I'll be ready to start looking for a CP soon.  I have to get some new eyes on this before I go too deep into any holes.

This is so me right now. Except I'm not a red-headed white dude.

Anyway, enough about me.
The winners of the What If? Blogfest were announced and you can see them here:

Team Plot Twist (my team)
Team Tragedy
Team Comedy
Team Love

My entry didn't come out as well as I wanted it to.  I'm having problems with that lately (you should see the peice of crap I entered into the Write Club blogfest.  I knew it was bad when I pressed send, but I had a headache, I was tired... that's another post, after Write Club is over).  I got the idea at work, scribbled it down, and realized it is a much longer story.  So another story goes into the "To Do" pile.

What If? Blog Fest

Here is my entry for Team Plot Twists in the What If? Blogfest.  Enjoy.

“You poisoned me.”

The woman she still thought of as the queen looked up from her monitor. “It was the only way we could wake you.”

“You tried to kill me.”

“I never meant to hurt you, Snow.”

“You tried to kill me three times.”

The woman who wasn't a queen scowled. “Yeah, you were stubborn like that.” She went back to studying the screen in front of her as intently as she had studied her reflection in the mirror in the Kingdom.

Snow studied the backs of her hands. She used to have such perfect, flawless skin, white as snow. It's where she got her name. Now her skin was sallow and sickly looking. Her hair was dry and listless, and her lips pale and lifeless. They should just call me Mud now.

“Good Morning, Snow.” It was her prince who had kissed her out of the darkness. He resembled the dwarves more than the tall handsome man he had been in the Kingdom. He even whistled a familiar tune as he went about his business. “Did you eat this morning?”

She shook her head no.

“You need to eat. We can't reease you until your strength is up.”

“It's disgusting.” What they tried to pass off as food here was nothing more than mush of varying shades of green. Snow thought of the apple, red and shiny, the last delicious thing she had tasted, and wished she had never woken up.

Inspiration Monday

Inspiration Monday was started by Von L. Cid.  The purpose of Inspirational Monday is to blog about something that inspires your writing.

I have this hanging in my cubicle at work.  It started out as a joke directed more towards my coworkers than myself, but recently it seems to apply to me more and more:

Sometimes I just sit and stare at it when I'm tired of staring at my computer screen, and I think, "You're right.  Nobody is paying me to believe in my dreams, but they should be."

So it when it comes down to it my inspiration is reverse engineered from a snarky Demotivational Poster.

Insecure Writer's Support Group: August

I have reached 70,538 words on my WIP.  Some of you may remember that I set a goal for myself of 70,000 words in 3 months and I did it.  Is it done? Hahahahahahahaha....NO.

 I have a beginning a middle and an end, but there are big ol' holes in the plot that need filling.

I am looking forward to doing the rewrites, but as I sit here looking at all these hand written pages, I wonder: "Is it worth it? Can I make it good enough?" 

I was talking with my brother last week, and I said something to the effect of "I always have good ideas, but never the beginning or the end."  He responded with the most accurate description of me I have ever heard: "You write just like you live your life: you never know where you're going, but you just keep moving."

So I guess based on my brother's very accurate assessment of me I should apply my life philosphy to my rewrites: keep moving and see where I end up.