WIPMarathon Check in #2

This week went much better than last week. I'm really proud of all that I accomplished! It still wasn't as much as I was hoping for but I keep plugging away whenever possible!

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Last Word Count + Chapter Count:

0 Chapters 2,088 words

Current Word Count + Chapter Count:

3 Chapters 13,294 words

WIP Issues This Week:

I didn't have many issues at all actually. I spent Sunday and Monday plotting out the story chapter by chapter and then scene by scene. Its still kind of sketchy and I've already had to change things but I've realized for me this is the only way its possible for me to write. With the busyness of my household right now, plus baby's needs and ever changing moods, my writing time is VERY limited unless I either let the housework slide or hubs is around to take over.

What I Learnt This Week In Writing:

I always knew that I needed to be a plotter or else I get blocked, but this week just reiterated it to me. I've also figured out that if my goal is two scenes a day at 1,600 words a scene I get more work done if I do one in the early morning after I put baby back down, do my housework/errands, then do another one once hubs is home for the night and I am way more productive.

What Distracted Me This Week While Writing:

My very full house. At one point this week my grandma and great grandpa came to visit and I had 9 adults, a baby and two dogs that stayed. It gets pretty nuts here sometimes.

Last 200 Words:

So this is the last unedited and terrible 200 words of my WIP. Oh god, be kind! Haha!

“I’m sorry.” I whisper.

He only nods his head. Someone really messed him up good. I can’t imagine him being any other way than the way he was now. I couldn’t fathom the kind of love he must have had for that girl and I faintly wonder what happened to her. Something doesn’t sit well with me and I realize with a start that it is jealousy. I am jealous of the way he talked about this girl. This random nameless girl who is obviously no longer a part of his life, yet I still feel complete envy for her and the intense relationship that she must have shared with him. 

I wonder what it would take to get that close to him. How long I would have to know him before he viewed me as someone intricate in his life. How long it would take before he cared about how I viewed him. This needs to stop. 

“I think maybe we should call it a night.” I tell him softly, although in the silence of the truck it still feels completely too loud. 

He turns pleading eyes onto me and grabs my hand. “Just a little longer. I’m not ready to go home yet.” The vulnerability in his eyes makes me stop gathering my things and instead sit back and look at him. In this moment he looks like a child and I want to scoop him up in my arms, the way that I do with Dani and reassure him that everything is going to be okay.