I’m currently between projects at the moment. I’ve finished Reaper Girl and I don’t feel quite ready to jump back into the Grave Touched Rewrite. Sooo, the top contenders are my erotica novella, Awaken Me and Soulfire, which has been gnawing on my brain for weeks. Maybe even a month.
I want to make a ruling today and start on something. I’m leaning toward Soulfire, at the moment, but that could change.
Maybe I’ll work on both. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that.
I’m giving myself this month only. I can’t afford to miss any more time on the Grave Touched Rewrite.
May the Fourth be with you!
Ugh, not much progress on Grave Touched. It’s just not happening as fast as I would like. I left my poor characters in a weird spot and I want to finish this scene, but I’ve been avoiding it for days for reasons I don’t understand.
It might have something to do with a resurrected project I am kinda sorta working on (although not a single word has been written yet — it’s all plotty stuffs and worldbuilding stuffs). The original novel was my 2009 NaNoWriMo novel, Soulfire which is dark fantasy/dystopian featuring muses and the eradication of creativity (did I mention the world is dark?). That part is being used for a different project I’m calling The Last Muse. But in the original Soulfire, I veered way off from the seedling of the idea, which I am using for this version which going to be New Adult. With me so far?
So the name is staying but the seedling idea is what I’m pursuing. It hit me so hard and so fast that I’ve been trying like hell to keep up. Today I was getting scene ideas. And naturally, I shouldn’t be working on this because I’m supposed to be working on Grave Touched. I feel guilty about even thinking about it, but it won’t leave me alone! Soooo I might do a bit of writing on this, but my work on GT must be done for the day before I even think of working on this.
Novels, how you wound me.
Muse, how you spite me.
Brain, how you devour me.
(…not sure where that ^^ came from).
Running total: 24,068 words (creeping, I tell you, creeping!)
Words remaining: 10,932 words
Body count: We’re all alive at the moment.
Feeling: Torn in two. #sadface
Eye report: Twinge-y. No loopy pills were taken during the composition of this post.