Work, work, work

I’m back at school working for the summer and on the whole it’s kept me extraordinarily busy.  I work two shifts a day, sometimes three, every day of the week.  And I work every other weekend, including the one coming up.  Between that, hanging with my remaining roommate and hanging with work people, things have been crazy busy.  Let’s just say I haven’t had much time to do necessary things, much less complete the pleasure writing I’ve been aiming for.

Here’s a recap of all the projects I have on the table and how they’re going, in case you guys are curious.

The Recruited is currently in the process of being edited for something like the eighth or ninth time.  I’ve been working over the full manuscript hardcore on the off chance that my partial request turns into a full request.  This usually means that I edit a chapter, send it to my parents, who edit it, go over it with them, make the changes, and then move on.  In the case of the chapter I’m on now, where most of it had to be rewritten, throw in the extra steps of rewriting, sending it back to them, making the changes they suggest again, and continuing forward.  It’s a long process, but unlike some of the other things I’m working on, I’m loving every minute of it.

Back to Roots has basically stalled.  I’ve had to drop out of  because there was no conceivable way I was going to have the project finished in time for the deadline.  It broke my heart a little, but I’m so much less stressed out without that hanging over my shoulders.  Right now I’m blaming the subject matter–a break up–more than I’m blaming my own motivation.  It’s hard for me to put a character I love as much as Anna through something that made me so wholly miserable without feeling inescapable guilt.  I wrote about 1k tonight, which is a big step in the right direction.  This is, of course, after I deleted all of chapter 25, but still.  Progress!

The 25 Song Challenge is coming along slowly.  I wrote what I thought would be prompt number two, but since I ended on a cliffhanger–which I hate–and there’s so much clambering for more, I have a feeling that prompt number two will probably be a two or three part story.  Prompt number three I already have the idea for, so once I finish up two–which will probably take a few more weeks–I’ll be moving onto that.  Only 23 more to go.  *facepalm*

As for my own personal 100 Prompts Challenge:  don’t even ask. 

How are you all doing?  Meeting your summer goals (if you had any)? 



The Recruited: First Page Contest with Victoria Marini

Title: The Recruited
Genre: YA fiction
Word Count: 84,000 words

Chapter One: The Offer

Naomi Williams was running, tearing over the grass towards the concrete wall sixty yards away. She had maybe half a minute left to reach it, thirty seconds to push her legs as hard as they could go until she was out of time. Off to her right, clumps of uniformed girls paid her little attention, glancing up only after she’d blown by them.

Ten seconds. Five. Naomi slapped a hand against the wall just as the loud, metallic buzz of an industrial bell called them back inside. Breathless and panting, she braced both hands against the rough surface and leaned forward, dark hair hanging in her face as she stretched out the backs of her calves. There was never enough time for everything that running entailed. If she chose to stretch properly beforehand that took five minutes off her running time. If she didn’t, the cramps hit sooner. It was a battle she couldn’t win.

Raising her head, she craned her neck to see past the top of the concrete. From where she stood, the barbed wire curling along the top of the wall blotted out part of the sky.

“Williams,” a woman’s voice barked from near the entrance to the yard. “Get over here.”

Naomi drew a hand across her forehead, trying to wipe away some of the sweat. It wasn’t like she could go inside and put on a clean outfit. In juvenile prison, there were no changes of clothes at midday.

The guard opened her mouth to yell again, so Naomi picked up her feet and jogged back across the yard to get in line with the other girls. Not daring to push each other in front of the guards, they filed back into the prison’s air-conditioned interior, welcome after another eighty-five degree day. Gossip was for outside or the cafeteria, not inside when everyone was trying to get back to their cells.

To critique, just hit the “Leave a comment” button and go to town! Thanks in advance for anyone who takes the time to do so!

The Recruited: Update

In the time since I’ve last blogged, I’ve taken a huge step forward with my novel The Recruited.  The other day, I received a partial request for the first 50 pages of the story. 

I literally cannot begin to express how thrilled I am, both that someone is taking an interest in this project and that the query and new first five pages work well enough to garner attention.  When I got the news I was running around my empty apartment, trying to dial my mom with shaking hands just so I’d have someone to tell. 

Though I’m well aware that this is a big step in the right direction, I know I still have many, many more steps to take.  That being said, it’s encouraging to think that I might get somewhere with The Recruited, and that all the editing and perfecting and polishing I’ve been doing hasn’t been in vain.  

My parents requested that they look over the fifty pages before I send them back, and their help has been absolutely invaluable.  I have a totally awesome family.  I’ll just say it here. 

Anyway, my goal is to have those 50 pages sent back by midweek so I can begin the waiting process anew.  The only downside to all this is that it’s been damn near impossible to get any work done on my current WIP, just because I’ve been drawn back into the world of editing a manuscript that’s already finished.  With any luck, I’ll be working on the Back to Roots rewrite again by Friday. 

I’m sorry I can’t go into more detail, but I’m trying not to say too much in case things fall through.  Let’s just say I’ve got my fingers crossed, and any good luck or good thoughts you can send my way I’d certainly appreciate.