Hello, hello. Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock or don’t frequent writing blogs/sites very often, you’ll be aware that it is National Novel Writing Month, commonly known as NaNoWriMo or OhGodWhyDidISignUpForThisAgain? For those of you wondering how I’ve been coping, here is a brief look at some of the typos (or ypos) I’ve made so far:
Yep, it’s been a fun ride. So far I’m on track with NaNo and until about ten minutes ago my editing has been steaming ahead however, if you count the amount of words I’ve had to retype due to heinous typing errors then I’ve probably already passed the 20,000 word mark. 😛
However, if you’ve been doing NaNo and you’re feeling a hint of despair*, check out this post.
As it is indeed Wednesday (yes, really), I’ll do a brief ROW80 update and a WIPpet excerpt. Aren’t you guys lucky? 😛
Edit Queen of Hearts
Woosh! The sound progress makes as it sails by, taking me on a sweet ride of achievement. Wish may soon crash. We’ll see.
Sah social this week.
MANY WORDS! Alongside my editing, I’ve been doing A LOT of rewriting. Much of my NaNo count so far is rewrites. But fun times and new scenes and exciting things.
Le WIPpet (French for ‘the WIPpet’)
This is a new scene I wrote for Queen of Hearts yesterday. Let me know what you think. 🙂 Related to the date because it was written yesterday and yesterday comes before today and because maths. You can find the other amazing WIPpeteers here. 🙂
Patrun Hodsun wiped the sweat from his brow. Although it was only mid spring, the heat in Inbaas was already unbearable. A light breeze wound its way around the cloth curtains separating his office from the courtyard beyond, bringing the scent of hawthorn blossom. A knock sounded on the door at the far side of the room. Patrun looked up from his papers.
“Zevlis!” Patrun called.
The door opened. A young boy came in, his arms loaded with papers. Patrun gestured to the far end of the desk and the boy obediently put down his cargo. He waited.
“What?” Patrun asked.
The boy rubbed his fingers together. Patrun sighed. Extracting a coin from the purse at his belt, he flicked it at the boy. The boy snatched the coin from the air and scurried off.
He turned back to the missive he had been reading but a spec of colour caught his eye. Hidden amongst the pile of papers, a blob of purple. Patrun reached over, pulling the letter from the pile. The king’s seal was pressed into the wax. He turned it over in his hands and frowned. Opened, then hastily resealed, as always. He re-broke the seal and scanned the contents of the letter.
He stood, knocking the pile of papers off the desk, and shoved the message into his tunic pocket. He hurried to the door.
*this took me seven attempts to spell correctly, my brain wanted it to read despaoir. Thank you, brain.