Last Word Count & Chapter Count:
Current WC & CC (or SC):
WIP issues this week:
I had to write a pretty painful scene this week where two characters die. They weren’t very major characters, but I still found it difficult to write. And I’m still trying to finish the scene and cover the aftermath of these two deaths, etc. I haven’t been able to write in a few days––partly because I’ve been really busy, but also because it’s been emotionally difficult.
What I learned this week in writing:
That writing the aftermath of a death is possibly even harder for me than writing about the death itself. I think it’s really difficult to capture the reactions to the death––how the other characters respond, how they experience grief, etc. So, that’s a challenge I’ll have to face a lot this coming week. (And even more after that because so many characters die in this book … gahh!)
What distracted me this week while writing:
My college semester started on Wednesday, and I came back to campus on Tuesday––so I was busy with coming back and unpacking, hanging out with my friends again, going to new classes, doing homework, etc. But hopefully I’ll quickly get back into the flow of things and I can figure out some good writing times in my schedule.
Last 200 words:
(I’m not going to post my last 200 words because of spoilers, but here’s a little something from an earlier scene:)
Gavin is still pointing his rifle towards the choking Mort on the ground, and doesn’t seem to be aware of the other one coming up behind him.
“Gavin!” I cry out. I’m already dashing forward with my gun raised, just as he looks up in surprise, just as the Mort is about to stab him in the back and … oh no, I’m too late, I’m too late …
The Mort screams suddenly, dropping the weapon she was holding moments ago. She clutches at her hand, which I can see is pouring blood. On the floor below her are two small, bloody objects which I quickly realize are fingers. I shot some of her fingers off.
The creature is still in shock, which gives Gavin the time to turn around and shoot her in the chest. She drops to the ground soundlessly, already dead. The first Mort is still crawling on the ground, trying to get up.
I wonder if Gavin is going to kill her, but he’s not even looking at her. He’s staring at me, wide-eyed, as if he still can’t register what just happened. I’m starting to think maybe I should finish the Mort off myself …
“Nina!” I hear a voice scream. Juliet’s voice. Coming from across the store.