I got more writing done this week than I have in...I don't know how long. I just got to some intense chapters that I've been craving to write so it was pretty easy to get it all down. So, update on that: 15 completed chapter, 251 pages, and 82,940 words. Only about 8,000 words were added since I last posted an update on where I was, but, oh well, it's something.
I also spent some time making teasers with pictures that I do not plan on sharing all at once. I'm just going to attach one on this post for now because it was really fun to do and I want to share!
Meet Noah, portrayed by Nick Bateman.
I took a five day vaca away from family (Mom, Mommy, Mama, Mom, Mommy, Mama, Mom, Mommy, Mama... Ahhhhh!). Still had to work, though, which wasn't too much. Enough to give me something to do in down times between watching football games (which I never do. *gasp*), visiting beautiful places, and eating delicious food from nice restaurants. Speaking of beautiful places, can you name this place? (Those in the secret circle consisting of one is not allowed to answer.)
In other news, on my book, I have 225 pages and 74,889 words. I haven't checked to see if that is more than last time I posted the count, but...whatever. I had planned to write while on holiday, though that didn't happen. Oh well, it will happen when it happens. My goal is to finish this book by the end of the year! It HAS to happen. Not including rewrites and all the deletions I know will happen. This book is just going to be TOO LONG!
The day cannot start without a word to the remembrance of September 11, 2001.
I was eighteen on that date. I had only just gotten my driver licence a few months previous (late bloomer in that aspect). My best friends had called me the night before, crying because his girlfriend had broken up with him. He needed me, his friend. My mother begged me not to go, cried, said something bad was going to happen. She could FEEL it. It was already late at night, there was a storm, streets and parts of the highway were flooded. But this was my best friend. I HAD to go. I HAD to help him and talk him off whatever ledge he was on. So I went, promising my mom I will call her as soon as I got there. I even had to stop under an overpass on the highway because it was raining so hard, but eventually I got there safely where I stayed the night with a group of friends.
The next morning, getting up earlier than any fun-loving eighteen-year-old should, I took my friend to a waffle house, wanting to treat him to some yummy hangover food and never ending cups of coffee. That's when the first plane hit the twin towers. Phones were going off all around us, the waitresses found a small portable TV and EVERYONE gathered around it. All business stopped, food grew cold, no one cared about anything except what was happening in New York City. Then, we watched in shock and horror as yet ANOTHER plane crashed into the World Trade Center. This was unreal! It was no accident. Now we knew we were being attacked. Innocent lives destroyed for NOTHING but hate. Terror.
My view on the world was forever changed that day in the waffle house. I can't even pass it without REMEMBERING. And my mother was right. Something bad did happen. Just not what she expected.
In the aftermath, we learned about the Pentagon and the crash in Pennsylvania. I had family in the D.C. are; we couldn't get a hold of them. One was a firefighter. We wanted to know if they were being called to the Pentagon, fearful of another attack in D.C. The phones were down. Fear gripped us at not knowing where they were, if they were okay.
I went to New York City for the first time that year. It was a trip of almost twenty of us, carpooling to spend New Years in Times Square. Scary concept considering all we thought about was that would be the perfect time to attack us again, but it was like we HAD to be there. We had to be brave, strong, show that we aren't afraid. Unite.
Three months after the attack and windows were still blown out for blocks surrounding the resting place of the World Trade Center. Dust covered EVERYTHING in the area, all that remained of the buildings and victims of the attack. The beautiful, once clean area of that part of New York was littered with rubble and trash that blew in the breeze between buildings. I watched as men cleared the site of the remains. I couldn't not watch. I had to REMEMBER.
A month later, I was in bootcamp. And years later, on another memorial day of 9/11, I heard a story from my Commanding Officer that I will NEVER FORGET. He cried as he told thousands of us what he had been doing that devastating day. He was WORKING in the Pentagon at the time. His office was hit, destroyed, but thankfully, he had been on the other side of the building in a meeting. However, his mother didn't know that. She died, having a heart attack because those damn phones were down and she couldn't get in touch with him. She died thinking she had lost her son. This makes me cry all over again because so many people who weren't even in the line of fire were affected by the events of this day.
I cry more thinking that our children, who hadn't gone through the turmoil of that day, will never understand. Just thinking about that makes me sad because now I understand all those veterans and those who aren't that lived through prior wars. I didn't understand the Vets who cried at the memorials in Washington D.C. Yes, I was sad that they were sad, but I didn't have the imagery they were reliving when they broke down crying with their comrades. It's like watching Pearl Harbor. You cry through that movie because you see a little piece of the terror the men and women lived through, but you'll never fully grasp what they are feeling. You don't have their point of view, remembered smells, hearing, sights.
So, for those born after, I will always REMEMBER.
66,668 words. 202 pages, double-spaced, 12-inch font. 13 chapters. And this is the point where I don't think I can write this book in the tradition form of starting at the beginning and letting the book progress naturally. Maybe it's a form of writer's block. Maybe the point I'm at now is dull (though it's really not. It's pivotal to the story), or maybe I just have these feelings and need to get them out with another part of the story. I don't know.
I have the outline, though I've added to. And I'm probably going to end up cutting a lot out on this book in the end because it is ridiculously long already. Plus, add up reading through it twice for cut backs and continuity, beta readers and editors read-through, and yeah...a book needs to be thoroughly looked through.
With this in mind, does it matter if I write from start to finish, or should it be okay to skip around in the writing? Because let's face it, after today, with me wanting to write, but just not the scene I was at, I lost a lot of writing time while I sat back and forced myself to write something about this scene.
Any authors out there that don't write in progression? What do you think? Does it matter?
By the way, this picture I've included helped me start writing today. No lie. Started my inspirational playlist, steam cleaned the floors, along with running back and forth between cleaning toilets, laundry, and dishes, and then just stopped, sat down, and wrote my happy butt off. Not many pages, but hey, it's something. Plus, hubby was in a good mood that the house was clean and smelled really fresh.
I really need help when it comes to book covers. I know I am drawn to black and white photos, but I don't like when you can see the faces of characters. Like the Thoughtless Series by S.C. Stephens. Or, E.K. Blaire's covers. Those are really beautiful.
Then there are other captivating covers that are favorites for many on the book cover lists. This is coming from Goodreads.com 'Best Book Cover List.' I'm going on the 'judge a book by the cover' and what people are drawn to with these next images, which I admit I was drawn to just by the cover.
I also like subtle. I want to imagine the characters for myself when I read a book, and that's hard to do when the characters are on the cover. These covers portray something meaningful to the story. However, going through a list of books just to find these covers, I realized there is a high number of covers with persons, so is that what everyone wants?
So here is where you come in. How do you describe what you want on your book cover when you don't know? Complicating, I know.
I've had book covers done in the past and wasn't given a choice on the design. I didn't like them at first because they weren't what I envisioned; however, they grew on me and now I can't see anything else on the cover. Well, that's a partial lie, but it doesn't matter these days. Do I do the same this time? Just tell the artist what the book is about and let them design the cover carte blanche? How do other authors decide what their cover is going to look like?
I'm always holding to the 'expect the worse and wish for the best,' so how can that happen if I were to specify what I want and get nothing near it?
~ Rambles of a frustrated and tired of looking through cover artist's portfolios writer.
As I stated on my facebook page, I created and started this site as a reward for reaching the 33% mark on my "debut" novel. How do I know I'm at the 33% mark? Well, really, I don't know. I just know that I have 33 chapters outlined and I've just finished chapter 11. This is subject to change, of course, as I originally had something like 29 chapters outlined, but some chapters just wanted to keep on going and I would have to roll them over to a new chapter because 29+ pages per chapter just doesn't sit well with me. Yeah, this is going to be a LONG book. I do not want to break it up into two books, though. I really, really don't want to do that.
It's taking me what feels like FOREVER to write the story. However, work comes first and those rare times, like today, when there is no work, the creative juices just aren't there. So I write a paragraph, maybe a page or two, something to keep moving forward, while what I really want is to pump out thousands of words a day, like I know I can. Regardless, this is not a book that wants to do that. But, it is a book that wants to be written.
With that said, I'm off to write more before work comes in to take me away from the characters I love. :D
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