Row80 Check-in

Morning y’all.

I skipped the Wednesday check-in because I had nothing to update.  I worked all week and made no progress until Thursday.  So let’s get to it.

The Goals:

  • Writing: I am toying with the idea of NaNoWriMo.  Even though I know I can’t reach the 60,000 word goal.  I enjoy the fun and sprints.  Summer camp with NaNo was lots of fun.  Anyway, I’m almost finished editing my WIP, that will leave me more time to write.  Knowing how much time I have, I’m starting small, 3,000 words a week.  This starts after I finish editing.  Not yet.
  • Editing: Finish editing my WIP, Dead in the Water. Finish edits by October 21. Edited 25 pages. On track.
  • Submissions: Start submissions October 22, send out 2 a week the rest of the round.  Stop laughing….think positive. Not yet.
  • Social networking: This is the hardest.  I am bad at just liking a post or a tweet and leaving.  So my goal for this is to respond more to blog posts, even reblogging, and be more involved on twitter. That’s not measurable.  Comment on 3 blogs a week.  I think I only commented on 1 or 2.
  • Blogging: Have 2 nonRow80 blog posts a week. Check.
  • Coffee: Master my new coffee pot.  Apparently there is a learning curve. I may have figured out the coffee to water ratio, and Strudel Delight is fabulous.

 

I’d say that is a pretty good start.  I have lots to do today, but I hope to get a little editing done.

How are your goals?

CK

A Look At Editing

I am currently editing/revising my WIP, Dead in the Water.  I ditched the prologue, I had hoped to salvage it and make it the first chapter, but it wasn’t possible.  I do think the book is stronger without it.

Rue, helping me edit.

Roux, helping me edit.

Editing– (according to Wiki.) is the act of preparing material (all kinds) to convey information.

Now, that’s vague.

Revising– (according to the free dictionary) is preparing an edited text.

Lovely.  I know there are different forms of editing.  I’m not going through that, but if you are interested here’s some good info:

Novel Publicity

Knite writes     has been writing a series on how editing will drive you insane.  I have fallen into several of these.  Grab a cuppa and read through her blog, it’s a hoot.

A Writer’s Life for Me has a blog post on how to survive the meatgrinder at Smashwords.  That’s more about formatting than actual editing, but I thought I would add that as well.

Editing:

I’ve edited about 2/3 of my WIP.  Some days it’s quick and easy, others it’s like growing tulips in the South.  It just ain’t happening.  I don’t know how other writer’s do it, but for me it can look like this:

pages 1-12: delete and add info in other places

pages 13-15: a few typos and grammar errors

page 16: too much description, get rid of 3 paragraphs, tighten to make it less passive (show don’t tell)

page 17-21: no changes

pages 22-25: change dialogue of this character, he’s bland and sounds like someone else. Make a note to check his voice throughout the book

page: 25-29: no changes

chapter 12- POV just changed to someone new, rewrite entire chapter!

Drink coffee, eat cake, and pass out.

Obviously, this scenario is an exaggeration, but not by much.  I don’t enjoy editing as much as planning and writing.  After a while, I tend to over think grammar and question every use of punctuation.  At the same time, it’s interesting to see your manuscript change and evolve into a better piece of writing.

How do you edit?

CK

Row80 Goals, Round 4

It’s time for Round 4, the last Round, of Row80.  This is only my 2nd round.  I hope that this one is a little better.  One highlight to note: Since finishing round 3 I actually reached my goal of editing the first 100 pages of my WIP.  Funny the way goals work!  I’m not sure when this round ends, but this is my busiest time of year with work.  I work at a Christmas  store (AKA warehouse 13), which is currently going out of business-last day Dec 27.  Business really picks up after Halloween.  I barely have time to breath much less write, edit, or blog.  So this round will be a challenge for me.

On with the goals:

  • Writing: I am toying with the idea of NaNoWriMo.  Even though I know I can’t reach the 60,000 word goal.  I enjoy the fun and sprints.  Summer camp with NaNo was lots of fun.  Anyway, I’m almost finished editing my WIP, that will leave me more time to write.  Knowing how much time I have, I’m starting small, 3,000 words a week.  This starts after I finish editing.
  • Editing: Finish editing my WIP, Dead in the Water. Finish edits by October 21.
  • Submissions: Start submissions October 22, send out 2 a week the rest of the round.  Stop laughing….think positive.
  • Social networking: This is the hardest.  I am bad at just liking a post or a tweet and leaving.  So my goal for this is to respond more to blog posts, even reblogging, and be more involved on twitter. That’s not measurable.  Comment on 3 blogs a week.
  • Blogging: Have 2 nonRow80 blog posts a week.
  • Coffee: Master my new coffee pot.  Apparently there is a learning curve.

I think just about does it.  Can’t wait to see how this round goes.

What goals do you have?

CK

 

Friday Fun

It’s Friday! That doesn’t mean as much to me as most.   I work every Saturday and most Sunday’s.  But still, I understand.  Tonight is Pirate night at Krispy Kreme.  Our pirate outfits are ready, no matter how tired I am I will be there for free doughnuts.

This morning I have been trying to upload The Fruitcake to Draft2Digital.  I’m sure it’s me having the difficulty and not the site.  There’s no telling what  I have downloaded, or how many times I did it! I have a tolerance for computers, but that’s it.  Thankfully, I’m married to my techno guru, I just have to wait for him to come home and help.  :{

I have a short piece of fiction to share.  It’s not enough for a short story, and I’m not sure where to go with it.  I’ve been working on it, on and off for a few years.  Enjoy!

C.K.

Gone Fishin’

It was tradition for my Daddy and I to go fishing on Father’s Day. A tradition that had lapsed over the last few years, but not this year. We woke before the sun. Daddy gathered the gear in his truck. While I threw chips, Cokes, chocolate bars, and sandwiches in a bag. He honked the horn and I grabbed a hat as I rushed out the door.

We drove through the dark early morning until we reached the boat launch. The sun was just peeking out from the horizon, sending ribbons of pink and purple across Mobile Bay. The air had a crispness to it, unusual for summer. Dawn had a feeling of adventure, of unending possibilities.

Daddy put the boat in gear and we eased passed the no wake sign, then he kicked it up and we sped off, into the bay. It always took awhile before Daddy found the perfect fishing spot. I figured he had some internal radar that reminded him of where he caught the ‘big one’ before. The first spot was never the right one.

He anchored near a patch of grass. I skewered a shrimp on my hook and cast it toward the horizon. Daddy told stories about living on a houseboat as a kid. Stories rich with unusual characters and endless summer days. I listened with eagerness, soaking up the tales of our history. I pulled back on the reel and watched my line send ripples through the murky water.

“Jean.” Daddy whispered. ” Look there.” He pointed to a section of grass about 10 yards from our boat. A bumpy gator slid out from his hiding place within the tall grass. He tucked his legs in and swished his tail back and forth, before disappearing under the water. I watched in amazement. He was beautiful and fierce.

“Time to move. There won’t be any fish here.” He said and reeled in his line. I followed suit and sat back as we zipped off toward the Battleship. The hulking mass sat idle near the shore. We turned a bend and headed toward the coal docks, where he set anchor once more.

“Put your line out and then let’s eat.”

“Aye, aye Captain.” I put fresh bait on my hook and cast it toward the open bay. It twisted and turned over itself before landing with a plop on the surface.

Daddy passed me a sandwich and drink. I had taken one bite when he said, “Looks like you have a nibble.” He pointed to the bobber dancing up and down in the water. “Don’t grab your pole yet, let the fish work on it a minute.” We watched the line go in and out. My hands itched with anticipation. The day felt hotter now. Sweat trailed down my face. The tip of my pole bowed over in an arch. I quickly grabbed it and turned the handle.

“Oh crap” I yelled. The fish pulled hard. I tugged on the pole as I reeled it in. The handle was stiff and fought with each revolution. I could hear my father giving advice, but it was drowned out by my heart beating in my ears. I planted the rod between my legs and I braced my feet against the wall of the boat. I wrestled with the fish pulling and reeling. Daddy grabbed the fishing net and stood ready for the big moment.

“Come on girl, reel it in!”

“I can’t he’s too big, you bring it in.”

“It’s your fish.” His face beamed. I fought with the fish, the line came closer and a streak of silver shot underneath the boat. The line pulled tighter.

“Hold on tight.”

My hands ached as I forced the handle to turn. The pole bowed at an odd angle, I thought it would snap before I brought in my prize. The fish shot back across the boat, Daddy thrust the net in the water and brought the fish up, and dumped him on the floor of the boat.
I stared at the slippery fish… but something wasn’t right. He had a sharp dorsal fin protruding from his back. It thrashed madly in the boat as Daddy cut the line from his mouth. Realization hit me…

“That’s a shark.” I yelled. I climbed over the tackle box and stood on top of the seat, putting as much distance as possible between me and the shark.

“Whoee. Look at that.” My Daddy’s rich voice filled the boat. Pride etched in the lines of his face. “Come on down and take a look. He placed his foot gently on the sharks snout. It was a small bull shark. I touched it’s skin as he wiggled in defiance. “Your Mama’s never going to believe this.” He said with a laugh.

“Daddy, where’s your camera?” I had to get a photo. This was my best catch ever, and I wanted proof.

“I’m sorry, I forgot the camera.”

“We can put him in the live well and take him home.” I said eagerly.

“Are you crazy? I’m not takin’ this thing home. Are you gonna put your hand in the well to get him out?” I didn’t think about that. I looked at my prize for another minute, soaking up every detail for future use. “Sorry, honey, but you’ll have to be happy with a fish tale.”

“That’s Ok Daddy…you can throw him back now.” I said with a smile. Daddy let lose a laugh large enough to be heard all the way back to the dock. He kept his foot on the snout and maneuvered the shark into the net. I took one last look before he lowered him into the water. A silver streak swam out of the net and disappeared under the boat. I gave Daddy a hug and watched the bay for any sign of my shark.

C>K>