I know it’s been a while since I posted anything, but that’s because I have been writing a lot.
I thought I’d write slower during NaNo in order to save editing time later, but I find myself having trouble staying away from the laptop when the ideas are flowing. I’ve also learned to walk away when the ideas stop flowing. This last part being the most important. I no longer try to force it, if it’s not coming I walk away and think. I’ve been advised to keep writing–just keep writing. We’ve all heard that, but for me that creates more crap to edit later.
I’m having to revisit the prep/outlining/plotting that I’ve done so far. These characters have minds of their own and tend to go their own way. It’s not too bad but I’ve had to make several changes. I’ve decided to go with it as long as I still hit my major plot points.
Last I checked, my word count was 33,000 something. If I were writing a 50,000 word novel that would be great. I’m actually shooting for 80,000 words so I consider myself behind at the moment. It’s okay though. I know it needs serious edits and I’ve (again) left out some major descriptions, but I feel good about the bare bones of the story. I also feel good that I was able to step away from my other manuscripts and create new characters that I love just as much as those faithful first.
Here’s an excerpt if you’re interested. It’s unedited so go easy on me. 🙂
“When did Ryan call you? I didn’t know Connor wasn’t coming until a few minutes before you walked in.”
“He wasn’t worried because of Connor.”
Bailey looked up at Ryan, now signing the latest Matt Nathanson song. “I can’t believe…he has such a big mouth.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t know you were adopted.”
Bailey leaned forward and rested her forehead on her fist. “Please don’t tell me you knew too.”
“Oh hell no, I had no idea.” Mae picked up the beer Colt slid down in front of her. “I can’t believe your mother never told you.”
“Yeah, well, it gets worse.”
“I’m afraid to ask…”
“They adopted me after finding me…” She stopped at Mae’s confused expression. “I was abandoned by my birth parents—left in the snow to die. My dad found me in the bushes outside his yard.” Bailey quickly downed another shot.
She slammed the shot glass down and looked over at Mae’s wide eyes.
“You are having a shitty week. First your mom dies, then you find out she wasn’t even your mother—oh but your actual mother left you in the snow to die.”
“You forgot—my boyfriend stood me up too.”
“Jesus, Bailey, go ahead, have another shot.”
Bailey poured another shot, turned to face the stage where Ryan was singing, then held the shot glass to him in toast. He winked at her as she drank it down.
“I guess there’s no point in trying to talk about this while you’re getting wasted.”
Bailey sucked on a lime wedge and shook her head.
On another note. Has anyone reading this ever been questioned by the FBI? I mean interviewed as a victim? If yes, are you willing to answer a couple of questions?