Over spring break I did nothing. This week I did nothing. I turned in an assignment without double-checking it because I had been too lazy to work on it before it was due. I’m a terrible person.
What you’re looking at here is my current outline for A Game of Madness. Yeah. That’s my outline. That isn’t normally how I outline. Normally it’s all nice and typed up and detailed…. almost like an actual outline. I really don’t know what I was thinking. It’s not done, either. But Camp Nanowrimo starts on Tuesday. I don’t know if this outline will give me enough material to write with because I’ve already gotten like the whole first column done and written. I just need to write 666 words each day. Then I will feast on the blood of the innocent.
Also during April I’m going to finish typing up the edits to Kiss of the Fey. I’ll do it if it kills me. Honestly, I only work 3 hours a week and during that time I basically just sit on my computer and look up funny pictures on the internet so I may as well use that time for something productive. I just need to make April super productive so that I can have a nice summer full of wishing death upon myself at Pizza Hut (unless I can get a better job) and writing.
Now don’t get me wrong, I know editing is important, but it’s still a pain. I’ve finished editing the first/secondish draft of Woman of Fire, Man of Ice and now I have to type up those changes. Why would I need to do such a tedious thing, you ask? Because I was editing a hard copy. I was like “oh yeah, that will make things easier for me, I’ll just print it all out“. Wrong. So wrong.
I edited the whole novel in a maybe ten hours (total) but it’s taken me a few hours just to retype the corrections in the prologue and chapter one. It is a pain in my bum and I wish I had a little writer slave to do it for me. It’s going to take forever.
However, here is an excerpt from what I have written so far:
“Hardly, Johara. You’re lucky we even let you attend the balls. You should be cleaning up after them.” Johara turned to see the sneer on her sister’s face. She stuck her tongue out at her. “See? Acting like a dirty peasant. What are you whining about this time? Another man attack you? If you just let them you’d be married and out of our hair already.”
Okay so it’s not much of an excerpt, I lied. In my defense I have an exam coming up with questions such as “4. Differentiate oligodendrocytes from Schwann cells.” (which I don’t yet have an answer to, sorry for the people Googling that question and ending up here) but I just wanted to post an update on Woman of Fire, Man of Ice.
That is such a long title. I want to refer to it as wofmoi but that is just silly. Still the best I got.