Hi, all!!! Here we go with our first check-in…
Current word count: This is really hard to measure since I’m revising. My total word count keeps going down which I think is a good thing. It means I’m cutting away the parts that aren’t needed. I also can’t really say how far into this revision I am because of the CYOA aspect. I’m going through each path individually to make sure the story flows right with each ‘choice’.
WIP issues this week: I ran into some gigando plot holes. Like, the kind that needed a rewrite. This is always discouraging to me because I hate changing anything that I’ve already fallen in love with. *weeps and then gets over it*
What I learned this week in writing: I learned sometimes I need a break. I hate to admit it, but if I go too hard at the writing, my brain starts to revolt. It gives me all the NOTHING. And I’m so stubborn that I sit there and try to force myself to be productive anyway. It’s a work ethic thing for me. I feel like I need to be writing anytime I have a spare minute, when really my mind, heart, whatever, is just not in it. When this happens, the quality of my writing drops so much, it’s just wasted effort. So… breaks. I take breaks.
What distracted me this week while writing: Getting ready for the new school year was a big distraction for me. I homeschool my 6-year-old so we’ve been redecorating our school room and I’ve been lesson planning. I also went on a school supply shopping binge. Anyone else love buying school supplies? Sigh. All those fresh pens and pencils and notebooks…
Last 200 words: The last thing I worked on was the body of a potential query letter for my CYOA. It works out to be 237 words so I’m just posting the whole thing. And BTW, wow, it’s hard to lay this out for all to see! *shaking like a scared hamster*
Adults have poisoned the world with their selfishness, jealousy, and deceit. Now it’s up to the young to heal it. First order: eliminate every elder. Second: discover the secret to never growing up. Third: procreate.
Ten Sixty-Four is on trial for treason. The crimes he committed are unforgivable: hiding elders who should be long dead, consorting with naturals (illegal, untrained young), and purposely botching kill missions. He’s come a long way from the cold, unfeeling, automaton he began as. At sixteen-years-alive, he’s still four years from the death age, which means they can’t afford to kill him. If he’s found guilty, he’ll be given to the Machine for reprogramming. But none of that matters because he’s done what no other Sleepwalker has dared to: found love. And he knows something they don’t. Falling in love is the secret to achieving the third order.
Brille has a secret of her own: the elders aren’t extinct. They’re not even endangered. But what the rest of the world doesn’t know can’t hurt them. At least, not anymore than they’re hurting themselves. There is no more laughter. No more crying. No feelings of any kind. Only in the secret hiding places where naturals dwell, can emotion be found. And even then, it’s usually anger, rage, and hostility. When she finds herself a target of the Sleepwalkers, she realizes the naturals aren’t the only ones with secrets. Ten Sixty-Four feels. And he’s not the only one.
The Hex has convened. A trial will commence. Members of the jury must decide Ten Sixty-Four’s fate, and with it, the future of humanity.
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