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wordwhackerI was bad - I skipped Day Two. However, I did a solid hour and a half of editing today, so that partly makes up for it. Another hour and a half tomorrow and I'll be caught up and laughing.
Got Chapter 6 edited down to 1,300 words! This one needed some substantial re-writing, too. I borrowed an event from later and used it here, where I think it fits better. This chapter needed more tension, anyway - or so my lengthy author's note tells me.
For your amusement:
(Annoying mid-chapter author’s note: Hi. This is the author. Yes, I know you’re the author, too. Shut up. You’re about to read what is, quite possibly, the lamest paragraph in the entirety of your novel. You manage to have two 12-year-olds hiding in an alien ship, listening to the eerie sounds (their first ‘encounter’) of aliens approaching. And you manage to write this while, somehow, NOT having the characters seem FRIGHTENED AT ALL. Um, WTF, mate? My expert opinion? Go back several paragraphs and add more FREAKING PANIC. It’ll lead into the next part much better, and will make Casey’s justifications seem a lot less weak.
Got that? Good. Now keep writing dialogue, bitch.)
Ah, self-loathing. It never gets old in the writing world.
I should start posting the chapters for this again, but not until the week is up. (The urge to procrastinate is strong.)
From here on in I have done absolutely no editing since I wrote this nearly two years ago for NaNoWriMo. The waters, they be getting rough. And I be getting excited.
Got Chapter 6 edited down to 1,300 words! This one needed some substantial re-writing, too. I borrowed an event from later and used it here, where I think it fits better. This chapter needed more tension, anyway - or so my lengthy author's note tells me.
For your amusement:
(Annoying mid-chapter author’s note: Hi. This is the author. Yes, I know you’re the author, too. Shut up. You’re about to read what is, quite possibly, the lamest paragraph in the entirety of your novel. You manage to have two 12-year-olds hiding in an alien ship, listening to the eerie sounds (their first ‘encounter’) of aliens approaching. And you manage to write this while, somehow, NOT having the characters seem FRIGHTENED AT ALL. Um, WTF, mate? My expert opinion? Go back several paragraphs and add more FREAKING PANIC. It’ll lead into the next part much better, and will make Casey’s justifications seem a lot less weak.
Got that? Good. Now keep writing dialogue, bitch.)
Ah, self-loathing. It never gets old in the writing world.
I should start posting the chapters for this again, but not until the week is up. (The urge to procrastinate is strong.)
From here on in I have done absolutely no editing since I wrote this nearly two years ago for NaNoWriMo. The waters, they be getting rough. And I be getting excited.
