Mid week check-in for ROW80 finds me enthused about writing and writing more in the past few days than all of last week. I finished the first draft of “Catching Fire” today – yeah! A little bit late but it is now onto revisions – beginning March 1, when I will be taking part in Revision month through Janice Hardy.
My goals for this round are listed, with my progress (or not) in bold following.
- Write daily – at least 500-1000 words a day **** YES – I’ve been writing more each day
- Take courses. Working on Male POV thru RWA & A Novel Idea
- Read at least 3 books on the craft of writing as well as articles online. Read articles
- Finish the first draft of “Catching Love” –YES! Finished last chapter today! First draft done!
- Finish the first draft of my MG novel No – but working on more plotting
- Write at least one picture book a month Still working on revisions
- Enter competitions and twitter pitch parties –No
- Take part in Write1Sub1 and 12 X 12 –worked on pb revisions
- Fulfill duties of mentor at ROW80, visiting my team 2x a week –YES
- Write at least 2 blog posts a week (other than ROW80) –Yes
Time to share a snippet from a work in progress. Today I finished the first draft of “Catching Love” and this snippet comes from Chapter 5.
The WIPpet is based on the date:
2-25-2015 – so: 20 -15 = 5 so – Chap.5
25-2= 23 so, 23 lines
“Don’t you think you should have told me you were a baseball player? I felt like an idiot for not knowing.”
“I guess I assumed you knew and I really didn’t want to discuss that part of my life.”
“How would I know?”
“Newspapers, T.V., the internet.”
“I hate baseball. I tune it out.” Emma turned away from him.
“Gee, thanks. A huge part of my former life, and you hate it.”
Flynn started the car then and drove to Emma’s apartment. He couldn’t speak. He had blasted her for hating baseball. And yet he couldn’t even watch a game now. He was angry with himself. He had kept silent about his past, and then got angry when Emma was honest.
He pulled up in front of the building. As Emma made to get out of the car, he held her back.
“I’m sorry Emma. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten upset. Baseball was a huge part of my life for years. But after I got hurt and then retired, I didn’t want any part of that life or life style. Forgive me.”
Emma slid along the seat towards him and put her hand on his cheek. “I liked your parents Flynn. I just felt so small, that I didn’t even know the most important part of their son. It was like you didn’t trust me with that knowledge.”
“It was everything at one time. Not now.”
“No, I’m done with baseball. There are so many other things to explore. Like kissing.”
Emma laughed and slide back. “Not tonight. Once was enough, I think.”
“Okay, but I wouldn’t mind exploring it more.”
“You are incorrigible. But for the record, what I said about hating baseball wasn’t accurate. I don’t hate it, I just don’t know much about it. I was angry with you and I said the first thing I could think of, more to hurt you than anything else. I’m truly sorry.”