Ok, this week was stressful so I didn’t get that much writing done. 😦
Current Word Count: Overall draft word count 25,768 (Goal is around 80k)I am so far behind!!!!
WIP Issues this week: Still having trouble with the introduction of my hottie Jericho. I just want things to be right. And they are heading to the compound Haven and things are just going to be intense from here on out.
What I learned this week in writing: I learned that I can be my own worst enemy. I think something is horrible I will erase it and start the writing process over again and again. I need to take a breather and just pause for a moment. I think I over analyze everything I write and that just puts me behind on the words I need.
What distracted me this week while writing: Work. It has been a tough week because of a Master Key that has been lost in the courthouse. I was the last one with it so they questioned me about it, even with a Marshal present! I am just scared shitless, pardon my anxiety. So writing has been in the my priority this week.
Last 200 words: Here is more from Simmer.
“Where is your compound?” Dad growled.
The night was now hovering over the sliver of sun that hugs the ground. Dark pink and orange colors push against the dark violet night.
“We won’t make it. Nightshades will be everywhere and my compound will not open the doors. It would be best if you park this tank over there by the large Palo Verde.” The voice was deep velvet that, to my chagrin, made my body shiver.
“You’re lying,” Hunter accuses. The gun shakes in his hand. “You just want to eat us and become one of them.”
“I despise Nightshades. Do you really think I will kill you? I could’ve done it an hour ago when I saw you pull up to the gas station. I could’ve done it ten minutes ago when we were packing. But I won’t. I don’t want to be one of them. None of us Shades do. We didn’t want this.” He leaned forward, his eyes glowing from the light cast upon his face. “I would never make it home either. Night makes Haven automatically shut down and no one can enter or leave.”
“Haven? That is what your compound is called?” Shea snorted. “Sanctum was not a welcoming place to be. Titles mean nothing.”
“Haven is a safe place for both humans and Shades. We live in harmony.” The Shade snap his neck to the side, pouncing to the window.
It was too dark outside to see anything. The shade narrowed his eyes. “Better stop write now. Cut the engine and turn the shield on. The Nightshades are coming.”