Final WIPMarathon Check-in (All good things must... WAHH!!!)

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.