WIPMarathon Check-In #7

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January 18, 2014 by IfeomaO

Whew! Can’t believe it’s almost our last check-in already! Time flies by really quickly. Round hugs to all of us for making this far. ❤

 

Last Word Count + Chapter Count:

22 118 words and seven chapters completed.   

 

Current WC + CC (or SC):

30 961 words and up to the first scene of chapter 11 completed (that’s one-third of my estimated word count, yay!) 🙂

 

WIP Issues this week:

No major WIP issues except I couldn’t write or edit anything until Thursday. While editing my first act though, I noticed I had a few words/phrases/consequences I repeated.  So I worked on that. But it’s not over yet because repetition seems to creep in sometimes, and I (or my CPs) can only catch them while editing.

 

What I learnt this week in writing: 

Transferring your work to Kindle makes it so much easier to find faults. Prior to this week, my normal routine was write with Scrivener and edit with MS Word (just so I could see it in another format).

But using my (new) kindle is the easiest way to edit now, because I see more errors and it’s easier to incorporate the notes I made into Scrivener (because I have it in my hand while staring at my laptop!), instead of switching between windows as with MS word.

Okay, it might just be me being extremely lazy. But this method is the best.

Thursday night

 

What distracted me this week while writing: 

Just me, myself and my nerves.

 

Last 200 words:

I feel like I’m always cheating because it’s never the last 200 words exactly. But this excerpt is super-close. The last line is just two paragraphs away from the actual last line I wrote today.

“How do you know that?”

“I’m surprised you aren’t aware of this, given that you make maximum use of free learning.” She air-quoted the last two words, and felt terrible immediately. But misery was already eating her from inside, and it was hard to be nice.

“I try to know the details about things I consider important, and bits and pieces about those I do not.”

She gave him a suspicious look. “You sounded quite knowledgeable that night.”

“I was. And I am. But I had no idea of the wielders. I did not consider them as important as the methods to defeat them.”

Octavien’s warning rang in Pladdia’s head, but there was no harm in sharing knowledge. So she told him everything the librarian had said. And by the time she got to the end, her vision had become blurry. “There’s no hope for me out of this, you see.”