Last Check-In Word Count: 22,985
Current WC: 27,762. So I’ve done about 4800 words for the week, and I’m still on track with my modest goal of 15k for the month.
WIP Issues this week: I haven’t been writing this MS linearly (not a word, but work with me, people). I was having problems in the middle and my critique partner suggested I bounce around a little more. So, I wrote the end, then wrote a little in between the middle and the end, and then a little between those, and so on. And I have to make sure I tie up any of my loose ends.
What I learned this week in writing: I’m close to done with this rough draft. Part of me feels like that’s impossible! my word count’s too low! but then I remind myself that it is middle grade, and a manuscript of 30k+/- words is okay. By the time it’s all wrapped up and polished, I expect it to be closer to 40k.
What distracted me this week while writing: Yeah, I’m going to blame that #WriteOnCon, like some of my fellow WIPM’s. But giving crit is always a good exercise for a writer, and I learned some awesome things at the con itself, so this was worth it.
Last 200 words:
If I thought things would be much different in school after becoming our top sprinter, well, I was wrong. Track stars don’t get much attention, unless it’s the Olympics. My ego was pumped, though, which made all the difference.
When I saw Claire in the halls, I started smiling at her first, and she smiled wider when she saw me. She left me a note in my locker “just to say hi.” My guy friends looked to me for my opinion on stuff. My grades for the first marking period were almost all A’s. I couldn’t ask for much more–I had reached all the markers of success. I was at the top of my game, settling right in to being one of the popular guys of 7th grade.
But it’s Murphy’s Law, right? Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong?
Maybe that should be amended to, anytime it seems like things are going right, it will all start to go wrong.
I should have been prepared. Known better than to think that I could really start over and be happy in Massachusetts. Understood that this life was too good to be true.