This is my motto at the moment. November is always a super busy month, I think for most people. Wednesday has come around without warning AGAIN which is perhaps not unusual considering there are only seven days to choose from. Anyway. Wednesday’s require me to talk about two exciting things, ROW80 and WIPpet Wednesday. I know I’ve probably said this before and I’ll say it again but I love these two writey things. They keep me motivated and have helped me discover so many other amazing writers and bloggers.
We’ll start with the ROW80 update which you can find out more about (hey, that rhymes!) here.
Edit Queen of Hearts
Finished preliminary edits on chapters 11 and 12 since Sunday which I’m quite pleased with.
Met all my targets.
NaNo definitely helps with this goal however Sunday/Monday/Tuesday were pretty much a write off due to packing and moving and all those fun things. That said, I have managed to push through a road block on Rebellion Rising and add some content to that. It’s been really fun to interact with these characters again.
THIS IS NO LONGER RELEVANT YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀
You may have noticed this little goal disappeared from the last few updates but I can happily report that as of this week, it is well and truly back on track. Now I just have to stay away from the chocolate.
And now onto WIPpet Wednesday, hosted by K.L. Schwengel. (You can find the other WIPpeteers here). Today, we’re back with some old friends from Queen of Hearts. Tiemil, Kara’s fun loving cousin is sneaking through the darkened streets of Bridam on his way to rescue Kara when he comes across a patrol of guards. And oh, did I mention, he’s technically a traitor and there’s a curfew in place. 12 lines for the 12th. 🙂
Sending a quick prayer to Enar, god of tricks, Tiemil stumbled from the shadows, hoping he looked disheveled enough from his long ride to support his ruse.
“Halt! Who goes there?” a guard demanded.
“Itz mee!” Tiemil threw his arms in the air and spinning.
One of the guards rolled his eyes, “Just some drunk.”
“Could do with a bit more drink myself. It’s as cold as a hag’s tits out here.” another complained.
“It’s past curfew,” said the first, “You should be in bed.”
“I wash.” Tiemil swayed, grinning like a maniac.
“Then return there, good man, and I won’t have any reason to lock you in the stocks.”