I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Changing it up a little bit. This week I have a bit I wrote for a writing exercise a couple weeks ago. I'm not sure if it'll grow into a full story, we'll see! The cold air burned her face. She shouldn't have agreed to this freezing ordeal. Sophie stands up and jogs in place in front of the door of the great wall. Wishing for a fire is a waste of time, but there is nothing else to do. There is no way to stay positive in this wretched cold. Guidelines say that she has to stay out here for a week, just as the hero did in the chronicles. But she is no hero and she knows it. Why should she, a normal person, be expected to perform a hero's act? Stay in the winter cold without a fire or even anything to do. Waiting. Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/.
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I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I have some lines from my Moon Murder rewrite. The first scene is available as an audio sample on my sample chapters page if you want to give it a listen! Zheng's first step sucked the heat out of her bones. This is the place that her daughter had been for the last three years, and this was the place where she was missing. Yet with this feeling of foreboding filling her soul, the area seemed so full of life. People took their luggage and rushed to their final destination. Some went to the undocking platform below to pick up large deliveries. While families welcomed back their loved ones with hugs and kisses. The thing that should be happening between her and 22 right now. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying, it wouldn't help. Investigation, observation, questioning, those are what would save her daughter-if there was a chance for her to be saved. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, then took the next step into the dome, following the others. Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/.
I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I have some lines from my Moon Murder rewrite. The first scene is available as an audio sample on my sample chapters page if you want to give it a listen! Zheng counted the handful of guards at the outskirts of the room. Seven, plus a butler at the table to the right of the throne. The wall behind him was taken over by a well stocked bar manned by a bartender who was meticulously washing glasses. The front wall was made of three large windows, while the left was covered in screens with ever changing statistics for betting in each arena. A brood man Zheng guessed was Mason laughed as the two fighters in the pit looked for an opening. "This is when it starts to get interesting." The butler announced their presence. "Sir, the representative from the research colony is here to talk about the food." Mason waved his hand in dismissal. "Tell him to wait." Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/.
I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I have the first eight lines of the second scene of my Moon Murder rewrite. The first scene is available as an audio sample on my sample chapters page if you want to give it a listen! The female alien's opponent tried to get within striking zone, but she danced out of the way while getting in three more hits. He screamed as he charged towards her, "Fight me like a real person!" She took a step to the side, and then tapped his knee. The man fell to the ground with a scream of pain. Holding his left leg in his hands. "The winner in arena 14 is Diapycnal! The next contender for arena 14 against Diapycnal is Henry!" Officials with gray overalls put the previous contestant on a stretcher and moved him to the recovery section of the rocky crags. "Diapycnal! It’s been so long, I knew that I recognized her." Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/.
For National Novel Writing Month I've decided to rewrite an old novel instead of editing or writing something new. I had to think about this decision for months and I thought talking about it might help other writers come to a quicker decision. The biggest reason was my growth as a writer. I originally wrote this book two years ago as when I had just started to look at writing seriously. Since then I have written half a million new words, taken classes, read new books, and had new experiences. These have noticeably changed my writing style. It would take just as long, if not longer, to edit this novel than to rewrite it at the quality I can naturally achieve at this point in my career. The second reason was my decision to change the book from first person to third person. This is turn would have made editing take a long time with too much focus on language and not enough focus on character development. Third was my decision to add my villain, or at least paperwork related to my villain, into the book. Adding these files while editing or rewriting doesn't change the amount of time it'll take. They will change how much the reader understands about the story and, I'm hoping, drastically ramp up the tension. This means a change to the pacing, which is always a hard thing for a writer to pin point, and I think a rewrite is the best way to try to get this done properly. Lastly were a couple of specific details that related to me pantsing this novel. I wrote in in first person, out of order, while barely knowing my characters. A radical rewrite will allow me to write in third person, in order, with proper character arcs, while leaving better clues. Have you made the decision to rewrite instead of edit? If so what were your motivations?
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