CampNaNoWriMo July 17

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I am a CampNanoWriMo winner, and with eleven days to spare. Although my planned project was editing 50 pages of Zombie Playlist, I also wrote 10k of The Red Archer.

My experience of CampNaNo this month was a little different than previous ones. Not because I was editing instead of drafting, but because I opted to be placed in a public cabin. For every other CampNaNo, I have joined or created a cabin of writer buddies; writers who are already in my networking circle via social media. The chat forum and encouragement was what kept me motivated and made the experience what it was. I purposely joined a public cabin to meet new people and discover other like minded writers. Yeah, well, it fell a little flat. On the whole, my cabin was a quiet one. Days went by without a response to one of my comments. In the end, I would check weekly for any updates. I shan’t be checking in now I have completed. That is the first and last time I join a public cabin if I can help it.

What are your experiences with public cabins? I’m sure many are lively and fun, and I’m sure the writers in my cabin were just busy meeting their word count goals, but I like a good chat. I sound like a pestering nag, I know.

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Anyhoo, I thought I’d share some of the music I have been listening to during the editing process of Zombie Playlist. I kept the editing music separate from the actual playlist in hopes of keeping it fresh.

Shall I share an excerpt from The Red Archer? Okay, you twisted my arm.

“Kin, sing us a song,” calls Cray from the far side of the room. Stave and Imma drink with him, discussing trades and stashes.

There is a chorus of agreement, and I jump on the table, the room spinning a little as I do so. “The Girl of the Ocean,” I bellow to the lute player, raising my tankard into the air. This one always gets them singing.

Did you participate in CampNaNo this month? I hope you had a productive month.


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Update 12/07/17

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Much has been happening in the writing cave of KJ. I finished drafting EVO Ghost in June, and since then, it has been a month jam packed with editing. I am using CampNaNoWriMo to get through the beta edits of Zombie Playlist. Yes, my first ever zombie novella is in the hands of my beta readers. As it is just 25k words, the process is moving quicker than it has done for my novels. The next step, after the beta edits have been added, is for my proof reader to glance her beady eye over it.

Did you catch the cover and blurb reveal for Zombie Playlist?

 

 

How about for EVO Ghost?

 

 

What else is in the pipeline?

As soon as Zombie Playlist is with the ARC reviewers in August, I shall start the mammoth task of editing EVO Ghost. At the moment, the draft stands at 104k words. There are characters to be scrubbed out, scenes to be deleted, and stuff to be added. A redraft will kick start the whole process and help me streamline.

I’m also writing The Red Archer. This WIP won’t receive my sole attention due to the editing, but I am already 10k words in and loving where the narrative is going. Watch this space for more updates on this. *There is a cheeky excerpt at the end of this post.*

ARC Reviewers Required

ARC copies of Zombie Playlist will be sent on August 4th. If Zombie Playlist sounds like your kind of read, and you can get through it in time for the release on September 4th, contact me with your email and preferred format, and I will add you to the email list.

Excerpt from The Red Archer:

As this shall be the only thing I’m writing whilst editing the other two WIPs, I shall share excerpts sporadically.

Your tales are pretty and fanciful, Imma, but the truth is much uglier. I was born into the ugly, stop pretending I’m some delicate secret, hidden like a cache of fashda gems. I am a foretold, orphan Queen who is a better smuggler than she is a lady.


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EVO Ghost Update 05/05/2017

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Whoo, what a month April was. I did complete CampNaNo, but I couldn’t post an update due to having broadband issues for 10 days!! Yep, I was having withdrawal. Any hoo, I am back with a bang, hence the flood of book reviews I have posted.

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I reached 25k with a few days to spare. It was touch and go for a little bit, but I slogged through it and came out a winner. Whoop! What does this mean for EVO Ghost? Well, I thought I would be close to finishing, and I am 25k closer, but I think there is another 20k left until I can sign off on the first draft. I can see light at the end of the tunnel now, and Teddie has told me how this will play out, so I’m all guns ablazing.

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I had good fun tweeting daily muse-ic inspiration throughout CampNaNo, so I plan to continue along a similar thread. In these posts I will include a favourite track of mine that I have been writing along to. First up, Katy Perry’s Rise. This song sums up Teddie at the moment. I can’t stop listening to it because of her. There is even a line that perfectly captures her…

‘Can’t write my story. I’m beyond the archetype.’

Yep, yep, and yep. This is how I feel about writing Teddie’s story most of the time. I hope I do her justice in EVO Ghost.

There is another, more emotional, line that puts a lump in my throat…

‘I call on my Angels. They say, ‘Oh, ye of so little faith.”

Those of you who have read the first two will know who Teddie’s angels are. *Sob*

What’s next?

I will continue on with the first draft. I hope to have another 20k written by June, but I may be punching above my weight with that target. When the first draft is done and awaiting a redraft, I shall do a cover reveal. I have had this cover ready since last year- nearly a whole twelve months ago to be exact. I’m itching to show you all the final cover in the series.

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I’m having to be really picky with these excerpts because I’m worried about spoilers.

“Impartial counsel time,” he states. I nod my head, blinking back tears. “Do not go into this mission with revenge as your motivator. Justice is what you seek, and fighting for justice will hold you steady. Justice for those who have suffered, those you have lost, is more satisfying than revenge.”

“I don’t see the difference.”

“You will when and if the time comes. Justice will ensure that you can live with yourself after all of this.”


Did you partake in CampNaNo last month? Do you have a writing playlist? Drop me a comment!


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CampNaNoWriMo Update: Week Three

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This week has been a rollercoaster ride on the writing front. On the 17th, my NaNo stats showed that I was 7 days behind schedule. That was approximately 5.5k words to catch up on. I found myself in a bit of a self-doubt slump, but by some crazy umph of writing spirit, I not only caught up, I am now on track to reach my 25k target before April 30th. Whilst typing up my handwritten bits and bobs from the Easter holidays, I realised I had written a lot more than I thought I had. Plus, finishing an important, emotional chapter has made these past few days a writing blur. I’m not sure how much sense I will find in what I have written, but the words our down.

Word count: 19,730/25k

My drafting music for the last seven days:

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An excerpt from this week’s drafting:

“That was reality,” I say. “Don’t forget that. Just because it’s a lovely moment in the midst of a load of crap ones, it doesn’t mean that it was any less real. We’ve got to live now in case we don’t get our chance later.” I tuck his book under the pillow and slide my boots on.

“You will get your chance to live later. I’ll die to ensure that,” he says. The feeling in his words makes my stomach knot.

“That would sound really romantic if it wasn’t my worst fear.”

Are you participating in CampNaNoWriMo, and how are you finding week three?


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CampNaNoWriMo Update: Week Two

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Another week has gone. “What?” I hear you fellow CampNaNo participants cry. Yes, we are half way through April and I have no idea how that happened. Again, I have been busy with keeping my six year old entertained throughout the Easter holidays, but I have had a productive writing week. At the beginning of the week, I started falling behind on my daily targets, and then I missed 48 hours of writing altogether. The last part of the week was my redemption. Call it a spurt of inspiration, but I got myself back on track in just 2 days. Phew.

Current Wordcount: 10,923/ 25k

What have I been drafting to?

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Excerpt:

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re at war. We’re fighting for our lives and freedom, people are dying, and some are still in those centres that these guys rescued a good percentage of you from. Yet, here you are, whinging and moaning because you can’t wash every day, you’re tired, you’re hungry. Well, guess what? We’re all hungry, and we all stink, and we all want to not be able to smell the latrines, but we’re lucky that we are eating, we are safe, and we have got a hole to crap in. Do me a favour and show some damn respect for the three people who are holding this mess together.”

Are you participating in CampNaNo this month? How has your experience been so far? Feel free to drop me a comment.


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CampNaNoWriMo Update: Week One

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Week one has been and gone, and surprisingly, I haven’t faired too badly. At the beginning of the week, I had a little panic because I was falling short of my daily targets, and with my little one off school for Easter, I wasn’t sure how I’d rectify it. Perseverence was my way forward. I trudged on even when all I wanted to do was browse Pinterest and eat cake.

Word count:  5854 of 25k

I have been posting my daily drafting music to Twitter, and decided that I would recap the list here on my weekly updates. I usually fixate on one song that inspires, motivates, or sets the tone for what I’m writing at that time and will listen to it on repeat.

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Now, it’s time for a cheeky excerpt from this week’s writing sessions:

“Chill out. I just mean that she could disappear into the sunset and leave us all to it. What difference does Theyda Leason make to our mission tonight, tomorrow, or whenever? We have four able bodies on babysitting duty, instead of where they’re needed. Why are you so important?”

I hold my hands out. “When you find out, let me know.”

He laughs a little. “See, that’s just it. If the woman herself doesn’t even bloody know—”

I point a finger in his face. “Hey, don’t twist my words. I don’t know what difference Theyda Leason can make, but I’m damn sure that I want to be a part of whatever is about to go down. I don’t want a babysitter any more than you want to babysit, yet here we are.”

Stay tuned for my updates over the course of CampNaNoWriMo. Are you participating this month? Do you have a playlist that gets you through the drafting stage? Feel free to drop me a comment.


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CampNaNo Update: Finale

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Guess who hit their word count goal of 30k words with 3 days to spare? Me, that’s who!

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I’d like to thank my parents for giving me life, my supportive family… haha. In all seriousness, I’m thrilled that I hit my target, but as for completing the first draft of Thrown to the Blue… It’s so so close- frustratingly close.

Although the draft isn’t complete, Ezrahli, Reed, Brenneth, Quinn, Lyerdith, Teal, Lissa, Magdarra, Ageet, Merryn, and Lowven are just some of the characters who have made my NaNo experience pure fun. I’ve loved every aspect of drafting this WIP, and my characters have made reaching that 30k goal all the easier.

Not forgetting my cabin mates. I was lucky to be in a cabin with some Twitter friends and new writing buddies. They are an encouraging bunch, and we are extending our NaNo experience with a closed facebook group to continue to support each other with our projects.

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I’m so glad I chose to do July’s CampNaNoWriMo as it has helped me no end with my first draft. I’d definitely recommend NaNo for much needed motivation.


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CampNaNo Update: Week Three

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Another seven days done and dusted. It is technically the end of week three, but there are 10 days left in this month, so my next update will be once NaNo is finished.

My word count for this week is 3645 words. My writing time has suffered due to it being the end of the school term for my little one, but I have still written something at least. The last 48 hours have wielded approximately 300 words, but I’m planning on a writing slog tonight to get back on track. Thankfully, I was on fire for the first two weeks, so I only have to write 7641 words in the next 10 days- totally doable, right? I WILL do it.

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For now, here is an excerpt from this week’s writing sessions:

A hexagonal shaped room with a vaulted ceiling, which by my estimation is situated in the very centre of the castle, holds pews upon pews of indigo robed sorcerers. The way the pews line up perfectly with all six sides of the room, circling a podium in the centre, is highly pretentious, yet masterfully thought out. They rise as we enter, but I’m sure it is for Teal’s benefit and not mine. Every man present glances over my white hair and shuffles in his seat at the confirmation they’ve all been awaiting. It takes all of my will power not to smile at their awkwardness in my presence. It does not bother me in the least for I am used to making people uncomfortable. In fact, I have mastered that particular art form.

I am aware of how my gown billows out behind me, of how the clink of my heels resounds through the hall as I walk with renewed confidence, and for the first time, I wear this gown without my shawl to show my arms and back. Teal did not say a word. Oh, his eyes certainly studied the tissue like scarring, but he kept his mouth shut. Just how I like it.

“Take a good look, gentlemen,” I say, as we climb atop the podium. “Get the ogling out of the way before we get down to the serious matters. I am not sure what fascinates people the most- the crown, the white hair, or the burns?”

Teal’s mouth twitches in a smile, and I watch a room full of men blush with shame. I’ve still got it. Sometimes, I feel like I lose myself with Reed. He’s my happy place, my curative place, and rather than keeping my darkness company, he heals the cracks and shines light on the shadows. The old Ezra would never have allowed her scars to be seen, the old Ezra would never have taken pity on those poor folks in Pontisef, and the old Ezra would laugh at the mere prospect of a new Ezra. It’s time I find a healthy balance; a hint of the old with a shot of the new.


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Camp NaNo Update: Week Two

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I’m kicking some serious NaNo ass!

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I’m at 18714 words since July 1st, so that means I hit 7871 words this week, and even had time to read and review a book before its release day. If I could bottle this week’s motivation I would, but I neither know where it came from nor how to contain it.

On to more pressing matters… The builder is back from a short break to restart work on the extension. By restart work, I mean drill endlessly and noisily. I’m hoping this won’t affect next week’s word count because I’m so close to the finish line on this draft that I can’t drop momentum.

The other hinderance is the school summer holidays. My daughter finishes for the six week break on July 19th, so Mummy duties take priority. However, I do feel on the ball this year with a fully functioning holiday plan. We will make the most of the holidays, and I will avoid a bored, whinging child at any cost!

Wish me luck…


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CampNaNo Update: Week One

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Seven days down and 10,843 words written. How I managed it is beyond me. This week has been hectic: my daughter’s sports day on Monday, she ran the Race for Life on Tuesday, and the car got a flat and I had to catch the bus everywhere (unnecessarily I might add.) I thought I didn’t have a spare tyre, only to find out that it’s an under the car, hiding from sight spare tyre. Who attaches a tyre to the underneath of a car?! At least my Dad and husband got a good laugh out of it. On top of that, I had to finish reading an ARC in time for release day, and sort out end of school teacher’s gifts.

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On the bright side, my cabin mates are great, and I’m kind of glad I signed up late, otherwise I wouldn’t have joined this cabin of talented writers who like to chat as much as I do. It’s also nice to hear that I’m not the only one who has bum days.

Anyway, I start another week with a working car, and not so many sports related events to attend. If I hit another 10k, I will be 2/3 done!!

Here’s an excerpt from this weeks work:

The bird calls start again, and orbs of ethereal, white smoke appear, darting like comets through the glade. I count eight at a glance. Each wisp comes to a stop, evenly spaced out in a circle around us, and then transforms into a figure in a white gown.

I almost fall over my own feet in fright. The figures are female with hair as white as snow. The Coven. Lissa bows her head to the women and steps aside. One woman, with an impressive build and strong face, steps forward. Her straight hair reaches the backs of her knees and moves like a silk curtain.

“Princess Ezrahli,” she says, bowing her head to me. “Prince Reed.” She does the same to Reed. I’m still not accustomed to hearing Reed addressed as a Prince. “We have been expecting you. I’m Magdarra, I head The Coven.”

Staring in awe at the women surrounding us, I search for a feeling of unease that Lissa said I would be able to sense. There is nothing threatening about the women, they do not have aggressive stances or deceitful faces, if anything, they look serene- indifferent.

“I understand your wariness, Princess, but we can assure you that you are safe here. We mean you no harm.”

“You are not Yarnarian,” I say, studying every twitch, blink, and wrinkle on her face.

“No. I am Olysean. We are a varied bunch.”

“And Reed is welcome?”

Magdarra smiles, and some of the women chuckle lightly. “Prince Reed is very welcome. We are not the men haters that the fables would have people believe. I will explain more when we get back to the safety of home. It is not wise to linger outside of our perimeters for long.”

“Protection spells,” Reed states.

“Yes, Your Majesty. We are many, and when our spells work in harmony with each other, not even Lyerdith can breach our defences.” Magdarra places a reassuring hand on Reed’s shoulder. “But currently, we are not within our defences, and I have to insist that we wait no longer. Take my hand.”

Her hand is cool and frail, with an angular feeling from where her bones jut out beneath papery skin. Reed takes her free hand, albeit a little reluctantly, and then it feels as if the world has fallen away from me. It lasts only seconds, but an acidic taste of vomit floods my mouth. I manage to fight away the urge, but Reed succumbs, lurching to his knees to vomit in the vivid grass.


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