Current draft: MM
Words today: 2666
Total words: 35,593
It’s been a good writing week! I can’t tell you how good it feels to type that. Because it’s not just that I’m getting the words down, it’s that I’ve re-started this story three times now, and finally, this time, it “feels” like I wanted it to feel from the beginning. The tone is more what I’d hoped it would be, and it’s moving along really nicely.
Tonight is editing night, and after I post this, it’s back to editing my transcription files into a more formal draft with good punctuation and proper structure. I’ve got one scene to finish in chapter one, and then I’m hoping to get through all of chapter two tonight before I go to bed. We’ll see how it goes.
Here’s an excerpt from one of the cleaned-up draft scenes (note, this still isn’t the final draft, so it’s still a work in progress):
The woman disappeared through the french doors and as soon as she was gone, a pale girl with long black hair in a blue and white checked apron was standing on Jane’s left, sliding a plate onto the table in front of her.
“Calamari, ma’am. Breaded, fried, and served over a bed of spaghetti with a fresh cream sauce. Bon Appetit!”
The girl flounced off before Jane could ask any questions. She could have introduced herself. Jane picked up a fork and moved to spear a piece of octopus. She’d never had it, but she had told the cook she could be adventurous, and apparently there was no time like the present to test that out.
Except…her fork hit the table, and the very real looking plate of food and its contents had disappeared just like the girl who’d served it.
Jane set her fork down slowly and looked around, right and then left. The room was empty and just a little chilly.
Her heart pumping quite a bit faster than ti should, Jane stood, intent on asking the cook what was going on. Just then, the door to the kitchen opened.
Now, off to do some more editing.