#WIPpet Wednesday – July 11, 2018

Hello and welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a blog hop wherein writers share an excerpt from their current WIP that somehow relates to the date. To join in, simply click the blue linky up there to the right.

We’re eleven days into Camp NaNoWriMo and I’ve upped my goal from 7500 words to 12000 because otherwise I was going to hit the target this weekend and where’s the challenge in that. Now I need to hit 451 words a day instead of 242, but I’ve been doing roughly that anyway, so it’s just a case of keeping up the momentum.

I wish there was something like Camp running every month. I can’t find anything for August, let alone something where you set your own word count goal. I thought about rejoining A Round of Words in 80 Days, but I kind of suck at checking in with others, which is why I stopped doing that so much. Maybe I could try again, though.

I am doing an intensive uni course next week and the assessments are due on July 30, August 10 and September 10. But it looks like I’ll be sitting out semester two this year, since none of the online courses on offer are relevant to me, so I’ll be less busy after that. So maybe ROW80 could be a possibility. I’ll think about it.

For the WIPpet this week, I have eleven lines of text from my Scrivener document for the eleventh day. I’ve been working on a later part of the story lately. As you all remember, Rosa sees the future. She had left the circus she was a part of, but a vision has made her rush back. She’s just shown

“Hey! Who are you? You can’t be in here!” he shouted at me. His face was flushed, as though he had been yelling at someone or running recently. Given the circumstances, perhaps it was both.

I recognised the woman he had been talking to. Her name was Anna and she was in the acrobatics troupe. She placed a hand on the man’s arm and called out “Rosa?”

“Is Alexander here? I need to see him.”

“He is, but I really don’t think now is the time, Rosa. It’s his father, he -”

“I know,” I said, and her eyes widened as she realised how.

“When did you-”

“Only tonight. I came as soon as I could. It can’t have happened long ago. I think… I think whoever did it was in my pub before they came here.”

“We only just discovered the body. It was… well, it was Alex who found him in the ring.”

When I first started writing Unchanging Tunes, Alex was all snarky and charming, but now he’s turned into a shy, adorkable kid, which I think actually suits the story a lot better. So far in this draft he seems to be taking finding his father’s strangled body rather well, though he did drop a hot cup of tea in his lap at one point.

It’s 8:40pm and I haven’t yet done today’s writing sos I better get on that. See you all on your own blogs soon. 🙂