Ready. Set. Write 2014!! Goal Setting Time :)

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YABbootcamp is over, but that doesn’t mean the writing parties are and writing community is done coming together. It’s time for Ready. Set. Write!  

What’s Ready. Set. WRITE!? It’s a summer writing intensive that encourages goal-setting and accountability, and provides an opportunity for us to cheer each other on wherever we’re at in our writing—planning, drafting, revising, or polishing. This year, your RSW hosts are Alison MillerJaime MorrowErin Funk, and Katy Upperman. Today’s the goal-setting post to kick it off. Join in! You know you want to 🙂

Drumroll, please…

My goal(s) for this week/the summer as a whole is:

This week: 

Continue progress on my super secret MS. The MS will only be unveiled after I reach 20,000 words. It’s a little push to do more writing and less talking about writing/what I’m writing.

The summer:

  • Complete Super Secret MS. (yay!!)
  • Query THE DAUPHINE FILES (cue nail bitting). I’m really nervous for this because it’s technically an Urban Fantasy (though with more of a noir & mystery leaning).
  • Read all the books in my room (15 books, maybe?)
  • Revise ALEX DE VEGA AND PANDORA’S BOX –> I received some amazing feedback from agents…now to apply it.
  • Celebrate the release of my first Spencer Hill Contemporary client, Dahlia Adler’s YA Debut, BEHIND THE SCENES 🙂
  • Have fun!

I have a lot of goals but I think with a lot of persistence and not stressing, I can reach them. Gotta set ’em high, right?

What are your goals? How is your summer going??

Have a great week!

Whimsically Yours,

PnC

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#YABbootcamp Final Check-In (#Winning)!

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The YA Buccaneers Spring Writing Bootcamp is officially over & I’m a survivor (cue Destiny’s Child)!

As sad as I am about it being over, it was such as great sense of community these past three months, I’ve met so many new friends and made so much progress that all I can say is #Winning. LOL.

  • I got back on my reading horse during May after being completely burnt out thanks to finals (ew, yuck!)
  • I finished multiple drafts of my MS & revisions of my MS, THE DAUPHINE FILES. (It went from NA to YA and from 48,000 to 56,000 words all in 3 months!!!)

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YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All in All YABbootcamp was such a success. A HUGE thank you the YA Buccaneers & Team Defiance (y’all rock!). Congratulations to everyone, we’re all winners and…

Come on…you knew it was coming 😉

Whimsically Yours,

PnC

#YABbootcamp Month Two Goals!!

YAB-Spring-Writing-Challenge-2014Month One (March) of the YA Bucaneers’ Spring Writing Bootcamp is over, yay!! Now that the sun’s finally out (I wore capris today around Boston!!), it’s time to let the words flow 🙂

During March I began a new story and was able to write over 20,000 words of it!! I had set out to write 10,000 words/week, but I fell short every week and then Spring Break came and all I did was bask in the Texas sun so, it’s time to set some more realistic goals.

April Goals

  • write 30 minutes- 1 hour every day (much more easy to track/meet than 10,000 words/week)
  • read 30 minutes-1 hour every day (so many amazing books, especially debuts, coming out…I have to keep up!)
  • do my class assignments/end of semester assignments ahead of time so that when the end of April/May comes aka Spring Week and all the other college spring shenanigans, I can have no worries.

Basically April 20th is the date by which I want to have my life back and order and my manuscript complete, woohoo!!!

Gosh, April is going to be crazy…I think it just hit me that I’m graduating in 2015. It’s almost time to pick where I want to live next year & the courses I want to take next semester and it all seems so very final. I can’t believe I’ve been in college for three going on four years. That being said, I wouldn’t go back, I’m excited for the future, but, for now, I really need to get writing & turn in an assignment I was supposed to complete before Spring Break…oops (it’s getting to that time in the year when you start not caring/I’m pretty much done with my major so senior year is going to be great)!

Good luck on your April goals everyone 🙂

Whimsically Yours,

PnC

 

Spring Writing Bootcamp Check-In #2

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Hello! I’m a day late, but this is my second Spring Writing Bootcamp Check-In (I missed last week…midterms)!

What’s Spring Writing Bootcamp? It’s an awesome accountability bootcamp for writers. To learn more visit our amazing hosts, the YABuccaneers!

My goals for each week have been to write 10,000 words. I fell a couple thousand short this week as well, however my story reached 20,000 words and most of the writing was completed in two weeks so I basically did do 10,000/week!! This week my awesome bootcamp team, Team Defiance, has Twitter writing parties planned every night at 8pm CST so here’s to getting a lot more writing done! Feel free to join us 🙂

My NA Urban Fantasy, THE SUP FILES is really coming along. I’m through the beginning and am getting to that point where the words are flowing without much effort. Not to mention, I, even though I consider myself to be a pantser, outlines the entire story so it’s smooth sailing from here on out!

I’m currently on Spring Break so my goal for this week is to read a couple books, read a CP’s manuscript that I’m finally able to get to, and bask in the sun and, write, write, write!

Here’s an excerpt from a pivotal scene, it’s a bit rough but it’s set in a Voodoo shop in the French Quarter so the setting it’s interesting to say the least 🙂 The last time I was in New Orleans I actually visited a couple as research…some are 100% touristy, but others are definitely creepy.

A fake voodoo doll was strung by its neck in its usual place in front of the door. Circe used to say it made the place look creepier, but my mom had once said it was a small persuasion charm. It couldn’t stop someone determined from entering, but it often stopped those who were curious about what it held inside by reminding them of all the other things they had to do. In addition there was no open or closed sign. From the outside the shop was always dark so people really had to know that this is where they were supposed to be in order for most to be brave enough to enter.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. There was no need in delaying our reunion any further. She’d known it was me the second I’d pulled up. I inhaled the fresh scent of jasmine. Even without the visions now flooding through my head, it would’ve brought back bittersweet memories.

The door creaked open in a most mysterious manner. My mom had tried to get her to fix the door years ago, but she’d brushed her aside, saying it added to the place’s charm. Of course, charm was something the shop had plenty of. It resembled an antique shop, all dusty and the like. When you entered you had to stoop down or else you’d hit your head on one of the many masks and dolls, intertwined with cob webs, that hung from the beams. To my left was a wide shelf full of many compartments, each having within it a mason jar. Some of the jars were broken with only dust for contents and others were filled with herbs you couldn’t find in any grocery store. From the wax figures of Catholic saints that stood side by side in a glass counter to the many crosses and Bibles and other spiritual books that hung on a slanted bookshelf, everything had a place. An order. If you spent enough time here, like I had, the shop would reveal to you its secrets.

How’s your writing going?

Whimsically Yours,

PnC

Spring Writing Bootcamp Check-In!

YAY!!! It’s Monday 😀 (How many times do you hear that, LOL?)

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I’m excited because it’s my first Spring Writing Bootcamp Check-In!

What’s Spring Writing Bootcamp? It’s an awesome accountability bootcamp for writers. To learn more visit our amazing hosts, the YABuccaneers!

Mkay, so what’s up…

Last Monday I shared with you the main writing project I’m going to be working on this Spring. And though I stated my only goal was have fun, finishing my WIP would be a bonus, I had a secret goal of my own.

  • To have the MS reach 10,000 words by the end of the week.

Did I succeed?

No.

However, I did make it to 8,726 words. And though I didn’t finish the “end goal scene” that would’ve made it 10,000, I did start it. And I left off at the most perfect place. My fingers are tingling, I can’t wait to start writing it!

According to the love of my life, Scrivener (haha), I’m well on my way to finishing this draft by April 20th, which is my end goal date as long as I write 1,458 words per day.

My goal for this week is also 10,000 words since that seems to be a pretty good motivator!

Here’s an excerpt from the first time Bria and Ty meet…it’s the original “first meet” scene I wrote however, I’m not sure this one is necessary so it might be cut, but for now, enjoy!:

I kneed the driver’s seat, and leaned as far as I could, trying to get a glimpse of my kidnapper. I yelled, not caring that whoever it was couldn’t hear me through the divider separating us. It was the same setup as Chels’s police cruiser.

Why would a cop kidnap me?

I clenched my jaw. This had better not be payback for earlier. I squinted as the sun began to glare though the windows. So much for beauty sleep.

I kneed the driver’s seat, again. “Let. Me. Go.” The car jerked to a stop at a red light. My kidnapper turned and slid open part of the divider. I stopped thrashing. It was a man who couldn’t have been much older than myself. His brown hair framed his face in waves that stopped at his shoulders, and his eyes twinkled as if something about this situation was funny. I pursed my lips. It wasn’t. He chuckled, shaking his head, and a curl fell across his face. He brushed it back and the corners of his brown eyes crinkled as his lips formed into a cocky smile.

My cheeks grew hot, and I looked away. He was kind of cute. I mentally slapped myself. Get your hormones together, Bria.  I took a deep breath. “Listen,” I said to him, but he’d already turned back around. “Whatever you’re doing, stop. Did Chelsea put you up to this?”

The guy snorted, and I furrowed my brow. Kidnappers weren’t supposed to snort.

I kicked the back of his seat, again. “Seriously.”

He chuckled to himself. “No one’s going to hurt you.” His voice was deep and rough like he was about to start laughing again.

“Well, let me go,” I said. What was this guy’s problem? This was not how you get the girl. Humpf. I slumped in the seat. Technically, I suppose it was. 

The houses changed from duplexes to gated mansions with wraparound porches and stately columns. From the building alone they screamed southern splendor, but from their rotting floorboards to their dusty chandeliers to the lawns that were more unkept than the bayou they were nothing but old. I’d grown up in such a house. Why were we in the Garden District? My kidnapper pulled the car over in front of a stop sign then opened the divider. In his right hand was the piece of tape that had covered my mouth. I turned my head from him and kicked his seat as he tried to put it on. “I’ll bite you, I swear.”

“I’m sure you will,” he said winking at me. He muttered a few words and my body grew rigid. My muscles locked and though I was screaming at my body to move, it wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Wizards. They never knew how to play fair. My heart was thudding, each heartbeat came faster than the other. Why had a wizard kidnapped me? Why was I in the back of a police cruiser? This was definitely not a prank.

The car stopped and we arrived, I supposed, at our destination. I took a whiff of the air and growled as I caught something utterly familiar. I should’ve known. He was always one for theatrics. I gritted my teeth.

My father was here.

The blurb (THE SUP FILES – NA UBRAN FANTASY):

When recent college grad Bria Thurman sets up shop as a freelance detective she figures, with her abilities, it’ll be easy money and will pay more than working at the local coffee shop–the only job she can get–would. Unfortunately, most of the cases she receives are requests from old ladies asking to her to find their cats. And old ladies don’t pay much, if at all.

But, when her best friend, a human cop, goes missing, while working on a set of grisly murders that’s got prominent New Orleanians showing up dead, Bria is the Supernatural, or Sup Council’s first go to gal because not only is she unaligned, meaning she’s free to go anywhere she pleases, she’s the best–well, technically, the only–clairvoyant in town. If she can get that nose of hers to work right.

To find her friend, and keep herself from having to take a job at her father’s hedge fund, a death sentence in itself, Bria must team up with Ty, a Sup cop and wizard who’s a little too Dark Fae for her liking. Together, it’ll be up to them to find the killer, before the case goes public. That is, of course, if the killer doesn’t find them first.

So much for easy money.

Have a great week! What are you working on?

Whimsically Yours,

PnC