New Website Page – WIPs

I’ve just added a new page to the website, where you can check out the stories I’m currently working on.

I intend to keep this updated with the whatever I’m working on, as well as any links to that story’s associated material (Pinterest inspiration boards, any excerpts I’ve posted, etc).

I’ll use the blog to keep everyone updated as well, but this page should provide a nice easy place to navigate to if you’re looking to find out what I’m working on quickly.

Check it out here. And let me know what you think. 🙂

‘Pink Punch’ Excerpt – Nanowrimo Project

It’s almost a week into Nanowrimo. I’ve been smashing out words whenever I get the chance. And so far I have just over 9000. I thought I’d post an excerpt of one of the scenes I’ve written so far. This is literally straight out of my head and onto the (digital) page. It’s unedited, but should give a decent insight into what this new novel is about. (Short answer: superheroes, armoured super-suits, supercars, superpowers.)

I hope you enjoy. Please keep in mind it’s unedited, and I do plan to give it a proper rewrite and edit before finalising, but any comments are appreciated!

Kris stared up at her bedroom ceiling. At least tomorrow was the weekend. So it didn’t matter if she couldn’t sleep. Dad was really starting to get on her nerves. How was watching a couple of vigilantes fight going to hurt? It wasn’t like she was going to step between them or anything, just watch.

“He just needs to chill out,” she huffed at her ceiling. She understood his job was stressful, but still.

She rolled over and tried to get comfortable. In the darkness, unable to sleep, her mind was mulling over things. Not just her father.

Irritatingly, she’d started to think about Calvin. She hadn’t met him before, so he probably didn’t go to her school. Or he’d just moved, or something.

Kris huffed again. She wasn’t sure why what he’d said bothered her. Maybe it was, because, she’d been just that little bit impressed that he’d stood up to Butch. But only a little. In reality, it was stupid. I mean, Kris was pretty sure she’d stand up to someone if they picked on her. She knew how to look after herself, and her Dad had taught her a few things. But putting yourself in danger for a couple of whiny little kids who couldn’t be bothered to learn to skate properly. “Silly boy,” she muttered.

Her phone let out a little burp. Kris rolled over and picked it up. A message from Butch. They were hanging out at the skate park. Well, it was Friday night, she couldn’t sleep. And one good thing about Dad being on night shift, was that’d she’d be home before he was.

She slipped out of bed, slipped on shoes and her jeans and a shirt. Then crept downstairs and picked up her skateboard. As she slipped out the front door, she peeked over the fence, to the family’s shed in the back yard.

Mum had been spending almost all of her time in there, since she’d lost her job. Dad jokingly called it her ‘office’. Tinkering. Making things like the EMP she’d pulled on Tommy. And, presumably, finding herself a new job. Not that there seemed to be much of that happening.

The light was on inside. Which meant Mum was still out there, nutting out some problem. She wouldn’t be back in the house until she crashed; she’d be too tired to even check on her daughter.

Kris grinned, jumped on her skateboard and skated off down the street. She rounded the corner, and scooted off to the side as the glare of headlights, followed by a beefy rumble, came up from behind her.

Whoa. Someone around here had a decent car. And where had it even come from? They lived in a cul-de-sac. Must’ve been one of the neighbours…

The car rumbled past at low speed, and Kris saw it was a Mustang. A bright pink Mustang. She squinted and frowned faintly. And, then she realised who the Mustang belonged to. Only one superhero had a bright pink Mustang. Pink Punch.

What was Pink Punch doing here? And why was she stopping?

The pink Mustang stopped, and the window rolled down.

Okay, so the costume and the poor Mustang’s paint job were horrible. But, Kris had to admit, Pink Punch’s powers were pretty cool. An armoured suit that not only protected her, but could replicate almost any weapon in her hand. Pink particularly favoured large beefy gauntlets – perfect for punching bad guys.

And she was going to get to talk to her! Where was her phone?

“Kristina Lacey Mahrone! What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of the night?!” The faint mechanical buzz that always overlaid Pink’s voice, disguising it, was still there. But the tone and wording were dead familiar.

Kris dropped her board and felt herself flush, oddly enough in the current circumstance, at the use of her middle name. The board clattered on the asphalt. “I… wha…” How did…? Kris’ heart began to race, her jaw hanging open. “Oh my god… Mum?”

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Camp Nanowrimo – Week 4

Well… I’ve been really slack keeping my journal up to date. I’ve been writing most days, but haven’t made it anywhere near my target of 70,000 words. My current word count is 47,000 words.

I’ve decided that my optimal for writing in a month is 50,000 words, which I’ve done before. This pace works well as I’m not rushing to get out words, but am able to think a little bit as I type (and between doing actual writing) about what’s happening, and what’s going to happen next.

However, I do now I have 47,000 words that cover most of my plot. I know what’s happening and that I have enough content to write this novel. So, new goal, I will be aiming to finish off my rough/first draft by the 12th of August. At which point I will start rearranging and editing!

Camp Nanowrimo – Week 3

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Week 3 of Nanowrimo! This one’s a little patchy. I’ve been getting in as much writing as I can, but have done an absolutely shocking job of this journal. So, here’s what I actually got…

Okay, I’ve seriously been neglecting the daily journal. But… squee! My story is powering along and my characters have started telling me what I’m doing wrong with them and how they should be written. As of this point, I am not 100% sure who my main villain is, but I’m sure they’ll make it known closer to the end (too many of my characters are doing dumb things… makes it hard). And my protagonist has finally started thinking for herself and making decisions and propelling the plot. Guess she got tired of people dragging her around.

It’s lunch time, and I’ve written 2000 words. I’m into the action bits and it’s powering along nicely. I really need to do some more after lunch but I’m taking a break as I need fuel. I’m starting to think 70,000 words in a month is too much for me, it ends up that I’m trying to spew out a ton of words rather than thinking about what happens next. 50,000 I can probably do, so will see what I end up with at the end of the month.

As of week end total word count: 42,307

Camp Nanowrimo – Week One

I decided I’d start a blog/log for writing my draft of the sequel to Control. I’m doing ‘Camp Nanowrimo’, and I’ve set my target for 70,000 words in the month of July. Which is huge! The best I’ve done in a month is just over 50,000. So, I thought I’d record my progress and how I’m feeling each day, and record it in my blog.

I’ll put it up into the blog weekly (probably on Saturday), because on top of writing 70,000 words, its going to be a bit much to update it each day. Also, I’m sure everyone doesn’t want to see me stressing about writing, each and every day. I’ll try not to edit the original entries when I type them up though, cause I want to keep it accurate.

So, I have no idea how this will turn out. I hope it will be encouraging, should I manage to hit the 70,000 words. I’ll also try and do up a summary at the end of this of everything I’ve learned trying to smash out a huge draft in a month, and whether it actually works. This will either turn out encouraging, amusing, or highly depressing, so here goes…

Here’s my log for week 1. Well, most of it. I only decided to start this on the 4th.

Day 4 (or you could call it Day 3, because I didn’t do anything on the 1st of July!!!)

Still having trouble getting writing zone/flow. Maybe this is because I’m at the start of the story (I need to get into the action!) Or I needed to plot better… I’ve got 1524 words so far. It’s 10AM. I’m going to go plot/think over Rebecca’s character arc now. I think she’s about as confused as me right now. But I need to know where she’s going or it might be nowhere. D:

Went at it again after plotting. Hit 2500 words! Woot. Now I’m off to have some coffee.

Day 5

Wrote 2300 words in an hour. After work. I now feel like death. o-O I feel like the story kinda going slwo, but maybe I just need to get into the action bits.

Day 6

Wrote ~1700 words. Felt absolutely dead from work. But sat down and wrote anyway and got some done, even though I didn’t feel like it. The importance of sitting down and starting… is important. Yeah, I’m tired.

Day 7

2300 words. Whoo! Didn’t think I would make it but then I got into character development.

Day 8

I logged nothing down for this day… but I think I wrote about 1500 words and then crashed…

Day 9 (today)

So I wrote 2400 words this morning. Which is my quota for the day. But I’m still behind, so I need to write some more later. Yay for weekends. I’ve just started getting into some great character development/tension between Nick and Rebecca… which I won’t go into detail on as I don’t want to spoil anything… but I will just say its driving me to write more so I can find out what they are both thinking/feeling. I also know what I want to do a few scenes ahead, so I’m excited about sitting down and writing those… once my brain recovers from the 2400 word stint this morning. I need food.

Ps: Is me telling you about my writing my first draft in a month helpful? Let me know in the comments below, or if there’s anything else you’d like to hear about from me!