Diary of a writing project. Day 112: it is getting funnier

This day actually started at 3:30 am.

Not in a good way. In a crying, yelling, whining way.

But no worries, I know where to go to make all the mama exhaustion, guilt, frustration go away. That’s right, the MG writing project!

(now, I won’t lie, a whole bowl of fudge brownie frozen yogurt for lunch will also help a bit to make the bad feelings go away)

I had to day job in the morning, but decided to work on the MG novel in the afternoon. I needed a break.

The shiny reward did not disappoint.

It is going well, especially since I got to a really fun scene. What I need to accomplish with the revision is focus more on the fun.

This book is a fun adventure.

A bit grim, a bit sad, a bit « what the heck », but overall, a fun novel.

Writing the book you wanna read

What I loved the most about books, back from when I was a kid up to these adult days, is their ability to transport me somewhere else. To leave reality far behind.

I re-read this MG novel over and over, and honestly, I still love it.

Well, not true. There was a time I could not look at it. Both because I felt like I failed the story and the characters, and I felt like a general writer failure.

Stories kept coming back, and that MG novel was a good novel… that needed more work.

Speaking of the writing project this post is supposed to be about.

I love writing dialogue, and the fun scene I’m currently editing is also the first dialogue the main character has with her sidekicks and, spoiler alert, future friend.

With a MG novel, I feel you can have more fun with the police characters, or big strong metaphor or blunt description.
I had a blast, heehee!

On that cheerful note, good night and good writing, writer friends!

Diary of a writing project. Day 79-80-81: Cold

This week word count goal: 62 500 words

Day 79
Word count so far: 42 923 words

I love rainy days… except in December.

I grew up with snowy December, see. Building snow fort and snowman, going down a snowy little hill side on a crazy carpet, we called them.

The little town we choose to raise our kids is more to the South, so of course, less snow. But still, I live in Canada. And in December, in Canada, snow is supposed to be happening. Not rain.

Nevertheless, when its time to write, I find rain very soothing, very inspiring. It quiets down everything else and words find their way with a little more ease.

Not that I’m hoping for more rainy December days, non! But if I could capture that mood and use it every time it’s time to write, maybe I could catch up on my deadline…

Day 80
Word count so far: 43 678 words

Chinook

Chinook is a wind. It leaves on the East side of the Rocky Mountains.

When the Chinook blows, the snow melts and winter coats are not needed anymore. It feels, I am told, like spring, even in the middle of the coldest of winter’s.

Today, a little cousin of that friend came by, dragging clouds and wet leafs all over the place.

It was a windy, weird evening. A perfect evening to cozy up with a good manuscript about ghosts and mystries to finish!

Day 81
Word count so far: 44 513 words

It’s back to revising what has been written. I looove revising, refining everything, working on the sentences until it sounds better…

Oh yes, I’m perfectly aware that some of those very early revisions might end up in the trash. But certainly not all of it.

At least, I’m getting some work done this week. It’s slow, but way better than the past few weeks combine I think.

Too early to tell if the writing motivation is fully back on track.

One thing is sure, Christmas is coming and with it, a whirlwind of family obligations (yeah, that’s the exact right word, obligations).
The writing routine will suffer a little, but for my own sanity, I will certainly keep it up.
Count on my side of the family to make me want to escape in the wonderful world of words…

Dear writer friends, until next time…

Diary of a writing project. Day 74-75-76:​ Early gathering

This week word count goal: 55 000 words

Day 74: Cooking smell
Wordcount so far: 41 901 words

Hubby-to-be said he wanted to bottle them.

Pre-Holiday cooking smells that is.

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