Here we are at the final WIPMarathon update and it
feels like too soon! Where did the month go? I’m not sure I’ve ever been so
productive in such a short period of time and I have all of you to thank for
it. To every Marathon-er who cheered me on, thank you! And also to those who
were with me in spirit. You all rock! There’s just something about working
together, sharing goals, that’s so… AWESOME!!!
Now, you might have noticed I missed last week’s
check-in. There is a reason for this. A loooong, drawn-out, complicated reason
that I’m sure you don’t really want to hear about because…
What’s that? You do want to? Well, okay. I’ll give
you the super-speedy version (trust me, this IS the super-speedy version):
Potential good news that I still can’t talk about
came in my email, everything in my house decided to malfunction (except the
coffee pot- thank you, God), bad news came from SEVERAL family members, hubby
got a traffic ticket that cost us MORE than 500 bucks, good-news email turned
sour, then good again, then sour again, hot water heater leaked and flooded our
garage *deep breath* and all this happened between Monday and Friday. Yep,
seriously. So, because the hot water heater broke on Friday, and even though
we live just outside a biggish city, and NOBODY COULD FIX IT UNTIL MONDAY, I had
to pack up the fam and drive 2 hours to my mom’s house to live out the weekend.
GAH!!! Okay, but here’s why I couldn’t do the check-in: Mom lives on a mountain
with bad reception (sketchy internet).
Now that we’re all caught up, here’s my final
check-in:
Last/current
word count: I managed to get my CYOA to a place where I felt
comfortable entering it in Pitchmadness, which really was my short goal for
#WIPMarathon. (YAY for meeting my goal) This has made me a nervous wreck, of
course, but fingers crossed!!! (Trying not to think about is so much)
WIP
issues this week: None. Had too many non-WIP issues.
Haha. Haha. Ha. ;)
What
I learned this week in writing: No matter how much
you think you know, there is always more to know. Also known as: Always expect
the unexpected. Also known as: You live, you learn.
What
distracted me this week: Covered that already.
Plan
for after the writing marathon: Hopefully, I’ll be
sending out Pitchmadness requests *wink, wink* Also, I plan on cracking down
and finishing my Zombie sequel.
Last
200 words: For this, I just picked 200 from a random spot in
the MS because of spoilers.
“I didn’t try to
escape or harm you. Or anyone else.” He wipes at the spot of blood sliding into
his eye. “I have a wound to show for being peaceful. Irony? Right?”
The approaching
footsteps are even closer now. “Sure. Yeah. I guess.” I raise my voice to speak
over the alarm. “But how was I supposed to know you were being peaceful? Geez,
you had a death grip on my arm. Not to mention the fact that you want to kill
my dad.” I leave out the part of his mission about me because it’s too awful to
think about.
He blinks. “I
don’t want—“
“Yeah, yeah, I
know. You have no wants, likes, or needs—“
“Wrong. I do
have needs.”
My mouth snaps
shut. The way he says it… I know he doesn’t mean it, but it sounds really…
flirty. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me?
I don’t have
time to figure it out because the footsteps finally arrive and my crap morning
turns crappier.
“Well, well, well… What have we here?”
It’s Savor, a.k.a The Last Person I Want To See Ever Even If The World Was
Ending And Her Spit Was The Only Thing Keeping Me From Burning In The Fires Of
Damnation. Speaking of names, hers reminds me of those old timey strippers. It’s
kind of funny really. She was supposed to be Saver, a name that had meaning,
importance. Hell, maybe her parents were hoping her name would be a
self-fulfilling prophecy. Unfortunately/fortunately (unfortunately for her and
fortunately for me) whoever entered her name into the database misspelled it.
See all the goodbyes here.