What I'm Reading: After I finished my second read-through of The Raven Boys last week, I started Nobody But Us--one of the books on my Debut Author Challenge list. I haven't had a chance to read much of it since the plane on Friday, but the chapters I did read, I really liked. I wanted to get into something that was the opposite of what I'm writing--setting, characters, plot, all of it. Sometimes that sort of thing really helps my creativity.
What I'm Writing: I met my goals for this past week--revising and writing. I just wrapped up part two of five of Stars & Stripes, and here's where the real fun begins. I've been rewriting, and up until now I haven't diverged much plot-wise from draft one. The rest of the story gets a little different and a LOT crazier from here. Goals this week? Realistically, I'd like to write the next two chapters. Idealistically, I want to finish the next three as it will put me into part three. Here's a little excerpt (for funsies):
Mason pulled a flask from his coat and pressed the metal to his lips. Tennessee's February was worse than Kentucky's. At least back home--before the Academy was his home--winter was winter. There was no spring tease slipping in waiting to slap them with icy rain and snow just when they thought they'd left the cold behind.
Mason laid his last card down and took another long drink. When the war started, he'd quickly learned that if he drank enough whiskey, he could dull the fire in his chest and the swirling in his mind. He could forget the fighting and the Rebel Seers long enough to enjoy himself--even if only for a few hours.
Ed slapped his hands on the table. "I'm shuffling the cards this time. That was Tim and Warren's third game. I think they've fixed it," he said over the pipe in his mouth, dropping the r's from card and Warren, an imitation of his mother's high-class British ancestors.
He give Tim a dirty look, but Tim only shrugged and drank from his flask. Ed started to shuffle, when the ace of spades slipped from his sleeve. He whistled. "Well I'll be damned. Where'd that come from?"
Tim slammed his flask down on the wood with a thump. "Some card player you are. Can't even win by cheating. Still, I oughta knock you into a cock hat."
Ed slid the card right back up his sleeve. "Now, now--no need for that. I'll get you some fresh whiskey next chance we get. And like you said, I lost. No harm done." Ed's brown eyes sparkled with mischief. His cheeks dimpled when he grinned.
Mason laughed and leaned back in his chair. Nights like these were the only ones that kept him from losing his mind.
What Else I've Been Up To: I fell down the stairs on Saturday, so I haven't been doing much. Just a lot of resting and anything that involves sitting (mostly writing and video games).
|Healing progress. Top left: day 1, bottom left day 2, right day 3. |
You don't want to see day 4.
How's your Wednesday?