Well, it’s only been 2 months since I last gave you an update about my novel, so there’s no better time than the present. And what better way to kick-start this post then with some snippets.
I used to wind up in here all the time for the things Chase and I would do. Pranking the teachers, skipping class, everything under the sun. By the end of the year the teachers were so wound up that if we even as so much breathed out of line, we’d be sitting on the hard bench.
Also, forgive me if there is any grammatical errors and for the terrible writing. I haven’t gone back to correct anything but spelling.
But as I have mentioned, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo in April. At 11:30 pm on the last night I accomplished my goal of 20,000 words.
After my glorious win, Chase sat there for about 2 weeks before I picked it back up again. I started writing every few days in short spurts. 700 words here, 500 words there. But I wasn’t totally in it until the middle of June.
My mom just stood there, sadly shaking her head in disbelief that her daughter was late again. She was probably thinking, what a disappointment of a daughter. Micah is either wasting her time doing a) watching cute animal videos until the wee hours of the morning, b) sneaking out and raiding the slushie machine at Seven Eleven, or c) wasting time reading Sci-Fi and fantasy books.
I don’t really know what happened, but in June I had the sudden desire to write every night until midnight. I felt as inspired as ever and was thinking of my novel 24/7. So fast forward 18 days and I wrote 5,000 words.
To the people that write 5,000 words a week, I congratulate you. 5,000 words in 20 days is a big accomplishment for me when I don’t get home from school till 7 at night.
Then I spotted him by the halfpipe. The same cocky expression, the same checkered Vans and leather jacket. It was the punk kid who I had punched only days before. Asher, I think his name was.
June 19 was my first official day of summer and I spent that night writing and chatting with my friends.
I made my project for July Camp NaNoWriMo and I’m super excited for camp to start. More on that later though.
Sliding down the rough brick wall, I held my head. Hot salty tears rolled down my cheeks, leaving wet lines on my chilled cheeks. They splashed down on my hoodie, and I wiped them away with my sleeve. Pulling the hood over my head, I pulled my knees up and leaned my head against them.
Micah has a lot of emotional scenes like that. Mya was writing a super dramatic scene at the same time so we had a fun time exchanging snippets, photos, and sad songs.
I also spent ten minutes scrolling through the web trying to find the best handgun for my villain. There was so many choices. DId I want him to have a double barreled gun? Did I like the matte black look or was the wooden handle more dapper? Was a easy to remove magazine functional or did I want a gun from the 1700s?
I finally settled for the Glock G19. It’s apparently one of the best guns from Glock and great for personal defense.
Asher and I were both used to the cramped living of an apartment where a window box is considered a luxury and you can hear your neighbour’s late night poker games and tearful breakups.
But Pemberton Avenue was in North Vancouver, the home of the rich and famous. A place where the children went to boarding schools in Sweden and had nannies. A place with royal blood and dinner parties every other week.
Asher and Micah are heading uptown to mix with the rich folk. I had the best time writing this scene. Micah and Asher are these hipster teenagers with ripped jeans and they go to Phoebe’s house. Needless to say, Phoebe’s mom was quite shocked to see the pair standing on her polished marble doorstep.
I sat through dinner pretending everything was okay. I went through my chores pretending everything was okay. I went to sleep with my parents thinking that I was okay.
I feel so bad for my characters. I keep putting Micah and Asher through such hard things and I have to suffer through writing their tore emotions. Jackson Grey has such a heartbreaking backstory I even feel bad for him. And he’s the villain.
I fell over in a limp pile, tears streaming down my face. My shoulders trembled as silent sobs shook my sore body. I wanted the darkness to come and shallow me up.
Writing this one scene literally brought tears to my eyes as I imagined Micah crying on the cement floor, trying to embrace the cold hard truth.
I wanted to tell you guys about Camp this year. So my plan is to finish writing Chase in June and leave it for about a week. I would like to leave it for longer, but I don’t want to scrambling to finish my Camp project.
But I plan to do 35 hours of editing and other things for draft 2 of Chase. I finishing up the first draft and am super excited to read it over. I made myself not go back and re-edit things or read it over. So I’m super excited to read the whole thing.
If you want to be added to my cabin just leave your username down below and I can add you. But other then that, I hope everyone has a super day.
Comment down below if you’re excited for camp. I know I am!