*bounces in excitedly*
I got tagged!! By the absolutely lovely R.M. ARCHER *jazz hands* who runs the blog Scribes and Archers (seriously – I love her blog, go check it out! She’s a lovely person, a fantastic editor, a great writer, and her advice for young writers has benefited me as well ^-^).
So for those of you who don’t know – I’m a writer. So far I haven’t accomplished very much (shoutout to all of you who relate) but I love it.
ANYWAY. On to the challenge! ^-^
Here are the rules:
1) Link back to the person who tagged you.
2) Share the picture.
3) Answer the questions or even pick and choose which ones you answer.
4) Tag 3 other writers and inform them that you tagged them (via comment/message/email or hey, even carrier-pigeon or smoke signal; I’m not picky.)
Dust-Bunnies and Plot-Bunnies: Reorganize your writing goals (or make new ones)
My goals for this year are kinda scattered – but I have three main projects that I would like to finish this year.
Where We Flew
Original Plan: Edit the first draft and be done by summer 2018
Why It Changed: It’s summer. The first draft is SIGNIFICANTLY worse than I was hoping it would be, as I discovered after my
first only re-read. So it’s going to take a lot more work than naive little 2017 me thought. Oops.
Revised Plan: Take a long, long look at the story. Pick out the salvageable bits and plan in more things that I’m passionate about. Knock out a first draft by the end of 2018.
Lessons Learned: 1) If I’m going to continue doing NaNoWriMo, I need to have way more of a plan for the novel first. 2) Don’t leave first drafts alone for too long. 3) Don’t be so hard on myself!!
Summary of the Novel *WARNING: SLOPPILY PHRASED AND SUBJECT TO MAJOR CHANGE*: Basically – futuristic corrupt culture and group of underground rebels (I know, I know – just hang in there for a sec). One of the rebels is forced aboveground when the rest of her squad disappears – and that’s when she starts realizing the impact they’ve had on the world…and it’s not a good one. Street fighters, annoying musicians, obsession over beauty, cybernetic implants, etc., etc. It’s kind of inspired of Tale of Two Cities, and it’s so messy at this point that I can’t even type up a good summary. XD
Eden and Atlas
Original Plan: This idea has been simmering in the back of my head for awhile, but it only started developing this year. I’ve been choosing to take it slowly, which means that the draft is more readable than Where We Flew – but I’m only at 10,000-some words. My original vague plan was to finish this book sometime in 2018.
Why It Changed: It’s not changing completely – it’s just being more refined so I, y’know, can actually have a goal.
Revised Plan: During June 2018: continue slow progress and begin writing out more plot details.
During July 2018: enter Camp NaNoWriMo and knock out the majority of the first draft.
During August and September 2018: finish writing the first draft.
Lessons Learned: I prefer to write slowly – but I still have to write. Setting tangible goals is beneficial for me.
Summary of the Novel: In this urban fantasy YA novel, depression manifests itself in fading. Bits and pieces of your body slowly start to become invisible, and the fading people are both mocked and feared. Eden doesn’t understand why people fade (no one will explain, no one really knows) and she certainly doesn’t understand why she‘s fading. Then a boy runs away from her town – another fading mute, just like her, which freaks her parents out. Eden and Atlas strike up a long-distance friendship. But then the whispers of monsters threaten their existence, and Eden is left to decide what lengths she will go to in order to save herself and her friends.
TL;DR – Two fading mute artists strike up a long-distance friendship.
Original Plan: I can’t remember exactly when I had my original idea for the story – but it doesn’t matter because the story has slowly changed into something completely different. My original goal was just to have it done sometime, hopefully before the end of 2018.
Why It Changed: VAGUENESS.
Revised Plan: During June 2018: Keep writing. I have enough of the plot planned that I can keep moving forward, but I will need to work more on plotting this month.
During July 2018: I’m mainly going to focus on Eden and Atlas during Camp, but I’ll continue working on Sunflower Whispers (I find that it’s good for me to have two projects going at once, so if I get stuck on one I have something else to continue making progress on).
During August and September 2018: Finish up what’s left of the first draft and start making notes for editing.
Which stage are you at? Expound!
a. Remodeling layouts (planning the story)
b. Painting the walls in colorful hues (writing)
c. Polishing the windows and scrubbing the floors and putting flowers in vases (editing)
d. Blueprints (not to the cleaning or remodeling yet… just drawing up plans for the very beginning inklings of a story)
e. Some combination of those things (cleaning out a closet)
I’m cleaning out a closet right now. Honestly, I’m kind of in all of these.
Where We Flew: Remodeling layouts, polishing the windows and scrubbing the floors and putting flowers in vases, and blueprints.
Eden and Atlas: Remodeling layouts and painting the walls in colorful hues.
Sunflower Whispers: Painting the walls in colorful hues!
Treasure from the back of the closet (Share one to three snippets you love!)
From Eden and Atlas:
His disappearance causes more uproar than his presence ever could. Atlas Prieto was my sort-of friend – a fellow mute that I sat next to in homeroom and would share pencils with sometimes. His muteness never really stirred people up (unlike mine) because it was against his will, and he seemed to have a quiet sort of soul, moving through the dingy hallways with a solemnity that didn’t fit a teenage boy, at least in my experience.
But then he vanishes, and it’s as if his silence has turned into a scream.
Ms. Johanna announces it over the loudspeakers during study hall, in the spring of my tenth grade year. I know it’s her because she always has a scratchy voice, like she’s never really recovered from a cold.
“Atlas Prieto, sophomore, has been declared missing.” I stop doodling in my science book and stare up at the ceiling absently, listening. “If you know where he has gone, have a way of contacting him, or have access to any other related information, please report to the principal’s office.”
Linh nudges my shoulder, pulling out one earbud and letting the loud Beatles music filter out into the thick, humid air. “Atlas – that mute kid?”
She sighs, putting her earbud back in, leaning back in her chair, and muttering, “I’d run away if I had a car and there weren’t these stupid forests.”
I ignore her and go back to doodling. Everyone here talks about running away. You could say it’s a running joke. Ha. Ha.
Only one person’s actually ever run away – successfully, that is. Walter White. Ran away three years ago. The police caught him in Washington five days later, eighty-five miles away, and he’s been here ever since they dragged him back. He’s seventeen now, two years older than me, and his parents keep him cooped up at home. He doesn’t go anywhere except for school, and he’s faded into the background since people got over him running away.
The bell rings, achingly loud. I grab my denim bag and shove my books in it, slinging the backpack over my shoulder. Linh, typing away on her phone, follows me out. We duck past people and make it to class unscathed, for once. For a second, I’m almost thankful that Atlas is gone – everyone’s so distracted by it that they don’t have time to pick on me.
Linh plops down in the chair behind me (the teachers have a rule that we aren’t allowed to sit next to each other). I glance over at the seat next to me.
Atlas has made everyone dizzy. There are whispers everywhere. Teachers go off on tangents and get distracted. I avoid people’s gazes, because there’s something . . . something curious in them. Like, you’re another mute. You must know about Atlas. It’s only due to Linh’s protective glare that no one confronts me.
The whispers are varied. I hear bits of rumors darting around, tales from people who knew Atlas “so well”, theories about where he’s gone. But by the end of the day, it all dwindles down to one word, one name.
From Sunflower Whispers:
She leaves me alone, under the great metal-sky. Light trickles across the dirty concrete floor, leaving strange markings and patterns that will be gone in the night. I stand there, wild and sweaty, feeling more and more insignificant by the second.
The crumpled purple-and-pink flowers strewn across the ground are the only evidence left from our fight. When I finally make myself walk away, I leave them behind.
It’s a shallow victory – but a victory nonetheless.
Bloggers I tag!
Wren from Our Mind Palace.
Ruby from The Sea Calls Us Home.
Val from Eyes Wide Open.
Thanks again for tagging me, Arya!! ❤
And thank you for reading! ^-^