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I’ve always liked those awards/memes that circulate the blogosphere. This one I particularly like because it’s always fun to see what other people are working on. But I guess I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. Julie over at Word Flows has tagged me in the Lucky 7 meme.
For those who haven’t heard of it before, here are the rules:
1.) Go to page 77 of your current manuscript/work in progress.
2.) Go to line 7.
3.) Copy down and post the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs.
4.) Tag 7 other writers.
The following excerpt is from Degeneration, the novel I just finished. I’m changing the rules a little, though. I thought about starting on page 77. Really, I did. I even had a lovely chunk that started at line 7 and showed the main character in a moment of strength. And then I realized that I would be posting the start of the climax, the part that gave away the secret that everyone’s trying to ignore, and that’s not something I want to do. So, instead, I’m starting on page 7.
“No one’s saying our families are perfect,” said Lily. “We’re just saying that we love them despite their imperfections.”
“Well, my family’s not like that,” I said.
“That’s cold,” said Justin, shaking his head and looking as though I had just told him that I murder puppies in my spare time.
“What the hell do you know about cold?” I mumbled to myself, turning and storming over to the supply closet. I slammed the door shut behind me and then leaned against the wall, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
“Can you believe that?” I heard Justin ask quietly.
“I know,” said Lily. “It makes me want to go call my grandma right now.”
I pushed myself off the wall and walked over to the supply cupboards. How dare they judge me? It wasn’t like I had asked to have a family who didn’t care about me. It’s not like they were nice and supportive and loving and kind and I had pushed them away and said, “No, please, I don’t need love and support, thank you. I think I’m good on my own.” No, all I had ever asked of my family was that they listen to what I have to say and try to protect me from harm. I hadn’t thought that was too much to ask. It wasn’t as though I expected them to be perfect. I just wanted them to try. I wanted to feel like I mattered to them. But I didn’t matter, and it was no use pretending that I did. I knew that I had done nothing wrong. I knew it was their fault that we didn’t speak, that we hadn’t seen each other in years.
So why did I suddenly feel like I was the bad guy?
Okay, so that’s 8 paragraphs, not 7, but that last sentence ended the chapter, so I figured it was worth adding.
And now onto the people who I am tagging in this post. I know I’m supposed to do 7, but I’ve decided just to list 5 people who either a) I know won Camp NaNo and thus probably have at least 77 pages written or b) I believe might have a current WIP that long.
First, the writing. My goal for today was to get caught back up to where I’m supposed to be for Camp, as well as finish the most dramatic chapter in the novel. I’m pleased to say that I accomplished both. I wrote 4,390 words today, bringing my Camp WC to 38,399 and Degeneration up to chapter 16 and 45,614 words. I have another chapter and a half left to write, as well as a chapter that I skipped the first time around and had been planning to go back to add. I thought about writing it, then realized that it didn’t really fit and thus skipped it the first time around. Then, as I was working on the new outline for the novel, I thought of more things to add to that chapter to make it fit, so I made a note to go back later.
Of course, now that I’m reaching the end of the novel, I’m realizing that what I had planned for that novel doesn’t really work anymore. The MC’s father was a main part of that chapter, and now that I’ve decided that her parents are divorced, that doesn’t really work for that chapter anymore. I’m not really sure where I want to go with that chapter anymore. I might end up just skipping it all together, or I might end up going back and changing it to fit with my new knowledge of the characters. I’m not really sure which at this point.
I know I’m going to have to change quite a few things with this story. I was originally going to try to fix all those problems later, when I had left the story alone for a while, but now I’m thinking about going back and adding some things in now, especially considering I won’t be able to hit 50k without either working on another story or going back and adding more to this one. I realized the other day that there’s not really any reason for people to be emotionally vested in these characters, and I’ve thought of several scenes to add that would help with that. Of course, that would involve making Adelyn and her family stay there for most of a week instead of two days, but I think that will work better. You can’t really get a good sense of her family and how they interact with each other in 36 hours.
In other news, Julie over at Word Flows was kind enough to give me the One Lovely Blog Award. I’m flattered. If you haven’t read her blog yet, you definitely should. She’s such an inspiration. She’s written at least four complete drafts since November – and edited most of those at least once-and she’s still planning her next novel. She never stops. It’s incredible to read about, and whenever I feel down on my writing, I read her blog, and I want to write again.
And now for the rules of the award:
Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.
Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.
Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know and link back to them.
I’ve thanked Julie and linked back to her site. Now for the seven things about myself:
1. My favorite TV shows are Arrested Development and The West Wing, though I love anything by Aaron Sorkin – even the shows that aren’t really that great. I’m really looking forward to seeing The Newsroom. I’m hoping it’s more like TWW and less like Studio 60.
2. I haven’t kept in touch with any of my friends from high school – aside from the occasional Facebook comment, and even those mostly come from people I sort of knew, not the people I actually hung out with. And I actually like it better that way.
3. I hate confrontations. Whenever my boyfriend’s parents start ranting about politics, I keep my mouth shut and close my eyes and try to think about something else. I get furious and offended whenever they speak, but it’s better than starting a fight.
4. I’m terrified of the garbage disposal. I can use it without freaking out, but for some reason I’m terrified that if anyone else uses it, they’re going to end up chopping their hand off. It doesn’t make any sense, I know, but whenever someone else in my family turns on the garbage disposal, I either have to leave the room or plug my ears, close my eyes, and hum to myself until it’s over.
5. I’m also terrified of guns, which probably makes a bit more sense than garbage disposals. I’m afraid that someone will accidentally shoot the wrong person. This was never a big problem until I learned that my boyfriend’s brother has several guns. I’m now afraid to walk upstairs unannounced whenever we’re over there. I also almost cut my hand my pressing my nails into my palms the day that his father started playing with the gun when he was sitting right in front of me. Yes, I know that “playing with” isn’t really accurate, and that since he was in the army and has worked for the government for years he probably knows how to examine a gun without firing it, but it still scared the hell out of me.
6. Math was my favorite subject in high school. I loved my English classes and teachers best, and I loved reading all those different classics, but math was the easiest, and the homework I looked forward to the most because it required the least amount of energy. I almost took a math class in college just so that I would have homework that didn’t require hours of reading. Sometimes I wish I had followed through with that.
7. When I was thirteen, my sister bought me a fish. It cost twelve cents, and I named it Remus Lupin. I was very sad when it died three days later.
And now for the blogs. I’m not sure if I have 15 of them, but I’ll see how many I can name. Some of these I’ve been following for months. Some of them I’ve only read one or two entries from and have liked.
There are probably some blogs that I’m forgetting, but it’s almost two o’clock in the morning now, and I’m rather tired, so I’m going to leave it at that.
I’m honored to say that Kate over at Read Wear Write has given me The Booker Award:
The rules for this award are as follows:
This award is for book bloggers only. To receive this award the blog must be at least 50% about books, which includes reading or writing.
Along with receiving this award, you must also share your top 5 favorite books you have ever read. Listing more than five books is still within the rules. You must give this award to 5-10 other lucky book blogs you adore.
My favorite books:
- The Harry Potter series by JK Rowling
- The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins
- Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld
- Atonement by Ian McEwan
- Animal Farm by George Orwell
And now the blogs:
Most of these blogs focus more on writing novels than reading them, but they’re all focused on novels in some form, so I consider that close enough. 🙂
I’m honored to say that the kind The Hollywood Virgin has nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. I’ve seen a lot of wonderful bloggers get this award (including the person who nominated me, so go check out that blog!), but I never thought that anyone would consider my blog worthy enough to join the list. I’m touched.
For anyone who doesn’t know, here are the rules of the award:
1. Thank the person who gave you this award. (Check)
2. Include a link to that person’s blog. (Check – just click on the name above!)
3. Nominate 15 other blogs for this award. (See below)
4. Share 7 things about yourself. (Check – see below)
First, the blogs –
This will be the difficult part, as I don’t follow that many blogs. Instead of looking up random blogs in an attempt to reach 15, I’ve decided I’m just going to share the blogs that I frequent the most. These are the blogs that inspire me to keep writing when I’m feeling down, or blogs that provide me with delicious-looking recipes to try when I’m taking a break from writing.
And now for the 7 things about myself –
1. The first story I remember writing, written when I was 7, was called “The Very First Pet Leopard.” It was about a family who goes camping, reunites with the MC’s long-lost twin brother (whom she recognizes after he shows her a baby picture he conveniently carries around with him), and finds a leopard that they take home with them. It’s horrible, but it amuses me read.
2. The first story I ever rewrote was “Card Games,” when I was ten. It was about a girl whose father gambles her away in a game of poker. The first draft was 14 pages long. The next was 40-something. I also then wrote it as a 98-page screenplay when I was thirteen. The story’s a bit better than the one mentioned above, but not by much.
3. I love the cold. I spent the first eight years of my life in New York, and I spent my three college years in Minnesota. I miss it terribly. This Georgia heat is going to kill me one of these days.
4. I’m horrible in social situations. I barely talk when there are more than two other people with me, and if I do, I feel nervous the entire time. I can spend hours sitting and listening to people talk, though, and be just fine with that.
5. I’m trying to make the transition from meat-eater to vegan. Currently, I’m a vegetarian who sometimes eats vegan, and it’s working well. I don’t miss meat at all. However, I don’t try to make anyone feel guilty for what they eat. I won’t judge what anyone else eats as long as no one else judges what I eat.
6. I’ve tried to learn to knit several times now. I own two sets of needles and two balls of yarn. I can’t figure it out. I got several rows once that actually looked good, but that was when my boyfriend’s brother started it for me. I can’t start it, and I’ve since given up. It was rather sad.
7. I’ve always wanted a kitten, but my mother hates cats, so that’s never been an option. My boyfriend and I have already decided that whenever we’re able to get our own place, we’re going to get at least one kitten. Maybe more. Can you be a crazy cat lady if you have a significant other? Because if so, that’ll be me. 😀