A World Without Sound

Ever since I got my proof copy of A World Without Sound, it has definitely taken a back-burner to all the other writing projects that I've been getting myself into.

The only problem with that is, this story is one of my favorites and I want it to get better. I want to be able to look at it and know that I worked my absolute hardest on it because I love the plot line so much.

I don't know what to do. NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow, and my heart is telling me to get myself back into a World Without Sound and let NaNoWriMo go by the wayside this year. I want to do it, and I also don't.

So, for today at least, A World Without Sound is going to be worked on. I can't stand to look at it and think of all the great potential in the story, and not DO anything about it.

I'm crazy, I know.

But what fun is being normal, anyways?

NaNoWriMo 2012

Last year was my first REAL year doing NaNoWriMo. And I hit the 50,000 word mark by the 16th of November. How, you ask? Well, I wrote 10,000 words in the first day of NaNoWriMo.

Keep in mind that last year, I was working 1 day a week, doing school 4 days a week and had a LOT more time to write.

This year, I probably won't have as much time, so I can't see myself getting done that early, but I do plan to write as much as I can everyday!

I loved doing NaNoWriMo last year because it really stretched me as a writer. 2012 has slowed down my writing a TON, because I just haven't had the time or energy to write, but I'm hoping this November will get me back into the writing "scene". I can't wait!

I'll share more about my story as time goes on, because I'm not 100% sure of my plot yet! I have ideas here and there, but I have to get it together.

I have a week.

Yikes!

Excerpt From My Newest Story - Eden Ever After

           “Eden! Catch!” The sound of my best friend, Cameron’s, voice causes me to look his way just in time to see him throw the pigskin – aka football – in my direction.
            I catch it, continuing to run toward the end zone. Once inside the lines of the end zone, I throw the football down and do a little dance.
            I hear the crowd roaring, but it’s all in my head. No one is here watching us, just me and Cam playing for the heck of it. Practicing, more like it.
            He says the quarterback needs to practice more than anyone else on the team. I think he just likes playing football with me. But whatever.
            “Good one, Ede!” He runs to me and gives me a pat – or rather, slap – on the back as a congratulations. “You’re getting better every time we play.”
            “What do you expect? I’m great at this sports thing.” Not really. I stink at all sports – but with the help of Cam, I’ve been getting better at football. Today is the first day that I actually caught a pass that he threw. It’s progress.
            He smiles at me, his dark hair, just a bit too long, blowing in the wind. “Getting better, getting better for sure.”
            I roll my eyes. “Of course I am. I’m amazing.”
            “And modest, too.” He grabs the football off the ground and runs with it halfway out the field. “Come on, Ede, one more time?”
            “Really?” My lungs are on fire and I feel like I’ve run three marathons. I am not in shape. At all. Unless you count round as a shape – then I totally am.
            Okay, I’m not fat or anything. But I’m not skinny either. I’m just…me.
            “Yes, really. Come on. Hustle. Move those feet.” He throws the football up into the air and catches it.
            I jog my way to him, trying not to pass out and die from this exertion. I can’t do this much longer. “One more time, that’s it, okay?”
            “Oh, you’re just fine. It’s good for you.”
            “Easy for you to say, you’re just standing back here passing me that dang football. Barely moving at all.”
            He wiggles his eyebrows. “Great, isn’t it?”
            “Sure, great.” I say sarcastically. “This is it. And I mean it.”
            “Fine.” He nods at me, tells me to start running and I do as I’m told, my leg muscles burning the whole way down the field. I. Hate. Cameron. So. Stinking. Much. Right. Now. I. Have. No. Idea. Why. We’re. Even. Friends. I think as I continue running.
            Turning around when he tells me to, I catch the football again, but this time don’t take it to the end zone. I fall to the ground.
            “What are you doing? Run for the touchdown.”
            I hold up the football. “I’ve been tackled. And I am not getting back up.”
            He walks over to me, grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. “Baby.”
            “Shut up. You’re lucky I even came here with you in the first place.”
            “Oh, you know you love it.”
            “Love would not be the word I’d use.”
            He gives me a side hug. “You smell bad.”
            I push him hard. “Shut up, you jerk.”
            “Hey, I’m just speaking the truth. And the truth is, you need a shower.”