28th February
Guilty guilty guilty. Again. XD Apologies, as usual. I've been very busy.
But I have good news! I'm writing again! Medina's novel is coming along - with a fair amount of difficulty, but that's only to be expected - and I'm set to hit my goal of finishing the novel sometime in May. I hope I can get it done before then because I'd quite like to have all of April to revise for my exams, but if worst comes to worst the latest I'll probably finish it is sometime in June. It feels good to be working again. I don't feel anywhere near so lazy as I have done recently.
Since starting writing again I've written something like 12.7k, which I'm extremely proud of for saying I didn't write a thing on this novel for four months. Hell, I didn't write ANYTHING for three months... So, this progress is fantastic progress. I'm hoping I can speed up again eventually, but I think getting back into things slowly is probably the best way for me to deal with things when I'm having so much trouble. On the other hand, writing slowly ensures that I can take into account a lot of the feedback I've had recently (not a LOT of feedback, but it's stuff that has been pretty hard-hitting, and made my question my ability to write quite severely and made me incredibly shy about putting pen to paper, or words on a screen), and I actually like a lot of what I've written in the past few days. I like my description, though I'll admit that my scene transitions are not perhaps the smoothest scene transitions ever written. XD
Whatever. Writing is writing, right? :D
And here's a lovely big extract to celebrate my final blog-return-ness. :)
Spoiler alert!
“Shit,” Miaan swore, even more loudly this time. Medina felt her heart drop to her stomach, so fast and hard she thought she might faint from impact. “I found her.”
“Neon?” she asked faintly. Ellette rubbed the small of her back absently, the water running in rivulets under her clothing, and craned her neck.
“You found Neon?”
“I found her. It’s - shit - it’s not good.” His voice became muffled as there was an explosive clatter coming from inside the room. Ellette winced and Medina felt the younger girl’s whole body grow tense with the movement.
“Is she - is she okay?” Ellette asked, her voice echoing out through the rain.
“No.” Miaan said nothing else, only came out from the bedroom, his face looking suddenly drawn and much older than it should. Through the heavy dashing lines of water from the sky Medina could just make out the faint marks of tears on his cheeks, and his voice seemed closed with emotion.
All Medina could think was that she could have stopped it. Whatever had happened, she had been there and she could have prevented it. Instead she had run away. How many more times was she just going to run away when things got difficult? How long would it take her to learn the damage that she could cause?
Her legs grew weaker, her vision blurring. It was her fault.
“She’s not okay?” Ellette’s voice was shaky, but definitely stronger than Medina felt.
“No,” Miaan answered. “She’s not okay. She’s dead. They broke her neck; killed her.”
“I told you,” Medina murmured. They moved out of the rain, away from Neon and back towards the kitchen where the lights were brighter and everything seemed much more surreal. “I was sure that something was wrong, and I did nothing. I didn’t do anything.”
“It’s not your fault,” Ellette started, but Medina wasn’t listening.
“I could have stopped it but I didn’t. I could have done anything, but I didn’t...”
“Medina, listen to me, you’ve not done anything wrong.” Ellette stopped in the centre of the hallway, careless of the broken glass she was now standing on. “Look at me Dee. Look at me.” Medina avoided her gaze, but Ellette drew her face back with the steady guidance of a hand under her chin. “You did nothing-”
“I did nothing. But I know who did. I know who did this.” Her eyes became glazed, her face unfocused. Then, she narrowed her eyes and frowned, her spiky features shifting menacingly.
“You do?”
“Yes, and I’m damn well going to make sure that they pay for what they did to her.”
But I have good news! I'm writing again! Medina's novel is coming along - with a fair amount of difficulty, but that's only to be expected - and I'm set to hit my goal of finishing the novel sometime in May. I hope I can get it done before then because I'd quite like to have all of April to revise for my exams, but if worst comes to worst the latest I'll probably finish it is sometime in June. It feels good to be working again. I don't feel anywhere near so lazy as I have done recently.
Since starting writing again I've written something like 12.7k, which I'm extremely proud of for saying I didn't write a thing on this novel for four months. Hell, I didn't write ANYTHING for three months... So, this progress is fantastic progress. I'm hoping I can speed up again eventually, but I think getting back into things slowly is probably the best way for me to deal with things when I'm having so much trouble. On the other hand, writing slowly ensures that I can take into account a lot of the feedback I've had recently (not a LOT of feedback, but it's stuff that has been pretty hard-hitting, and made my question my ability to write quite severely and made me incredibly shy about putting pen to paper, or words on a screen), and I actually like a lot of what I've written in the past few days. I like my description, though I'll admit that my scene transitions are not perhaps the smoothest scene transitions ever written. XD
Whatever. Writing is writing, right? :D
And here's a lovely big extract to celebrate my final blog-return-ness. :)
Spoiler alert!
“Shit,” Miaan swore, even more loudly this time. Medina felt her heart drop to her stomach, so fast and hard she thought she might faint from impact. “I found her.”
“Neon?” she asked faintly. Ellette rubbed the small of her back absently, the water running in rivulets under her clothing, and craned her neck.
“You found Neon?”
“I found her. It’s - shit - it’s not good.” His voice became muffled as there was an explosive clatter coming from inside the room. Ellette winced and Medina felt the younger girl’s whole body grow tense with the movement.
“Is she - is she okay?” Ellette asked, her voice echoing out through the rain.
“No.” Miaan said nothing else, only came out from the bedroom, his face looking suddenly drawn and much older than it should. Through the heavy dashing lines of water from the sky Medina could just make out the faint marks of tears on his cheeks, and his voice seemed closed with emotion.
All Medina could think was that she could have stopped it. Whatever had happened, she had been there and she could have prevented it. Instead she had run away. How many more times was she just going to run away when things got difficult? How long would it take her to learn the damage that she could cause?
Her legs grew weaker, her vision blurring. It was her fault.
“She’s not okay?” Ellette’s voice was shaky, but definitely stronger than Medina felt.
“No,” Miaan answered. “She’s not okay. She’s dead. They broke her neck; killed her.”
“I told you,” Medina murmured. They moved out of the rain, away from Neon and back towards the kitchen where the lights were brighter and everything seemed much more surreal. “I was sure that something was wrong, and I did nothing. I didn’t do anything.”
“It’s not your fault,” Ellette started, but Medina wasn’t listening.
“I could have stopped it but I didn’t. I could have done anything, but I didn’t...”
“Medina, listen to me, you’ve not done anything wrong.” Ellette stopped in the centre of the hallway, careless of the broken glass she was now standing on. “Look at me Dee. Look at me.” Medina avoided her gaze, but Ellette drew her face back with the steady guidance of a hand under her chin. “You did nothing-”
“I did nothing. But I know who did. I know who did this.” Her eyes became glazed, her face unfocused. Then, she narrowed her eyes and frowned, her spiky features shifting menacingly.
“You do?”
“Yes, and I’m damn well going to make sure that they pay for what they did to her.”
posted by Kitty Taylor at 4:56 pm
3 Comments:
Curses. If you're finished by May, then I'll feel way behind you again. (as if I'm not ALWAYS behind you in writing =P)
I must get to work!!
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*watches infomercial for...label-makers?*
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Dear Goat, what have I become? D=
Bahaha. I doubt I will get it done, but I'm trying to be hopeful, because otherwise I'll just get depressed. D: Not gooood.
I like your blog!:)
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