So far, I’m happy with my progress for this Round of Words in 80 Days:
I met both halves of my writing goal this week: two sonnets and a thousand words of prose. A lot of the prose was overly-wordy background details, but it’s still good to have written down.
As to reading: I haven’t got a book on writing yet, but I have ordered one, and it’s apparently supposed to arrive next week. So that goal is out of my hands for the moment.
In the meantime, I’ve read 20 pages of Titus Groan. There are another 114 to go, which will take me until Week 9 at this rate.
That’s while, but I don’t think I need to speed it up. Rather than trying to read more pages, which failed dismally last time, I think I’m better off making the two books separate goals and reading whichever one I feel like at the time.
Good luck and happy writing
This Round of Words in 80 Days check-in will be short, as I’ve just come back from an unexpected five-hour trip (fortunately only driving the last hour).
My writing this week was one thousand-word scene that might end up in a sequel to Conkers, and a few bits and bobs of poetry.
I think I did a good bit of reading, but I wasn’t really keeping track. I’m up to page 221 of Titus Groan now (a bit less than two thirds of the book); I’ll measure from that next week.
Good luck and happy writing.
Defeat shall not be mine, nor shall remorse;
No storm infernal matches my attack.
No heart is brave enough to keep on course,
And dare to match my terms, and turn me back.
I shall not tire. Neither fairs, nor ills
Shall once divert me from my purposed path.
Nor hope of peace, though every weakling wills
It, ever be enough to stay my wrath.
To speak my name, and "failure", is to lie;
To question this, is treachery itself.
For I have won, and even as I die
I shall remain the master of myself.
And on my tomb, they'll write for all to see:
"'Just one more turn', for all eternity".
All my ROW80 progress this week (other people’s) seems to be tied up with fear in some way.
Firstly, I finished reading Nineteen Eighty-Four on Monday evening. It was a lot easier to read the last third of the book, I think because the suspense of waiting for Winston to be captured was finally resolved.
I’m toning down my goals a bit for Round 4 of ROW80 this year.
In particular, I’m not making my WIP, Conkers, an explicit goal this round.
Partly, that’s because I’m getting a bit tired of it, and would like to follow up on a few other ideas (some writing-related, some not). It’s also partly because I don’t know where to go from here; I need to read up on editing to achieve much with the draft.
A couple of people have suggested craft books to me; it’s at the point where I just need to buy and read one, which is my Conkers goal for this round.
This is my (very late) check-in for the end of ROW80 Round 1 2014 (linky list). The lateness is about half procrastination, half running out of Internet bandwidth.
My goal last week was just “write every day”, and I did manage that. Most of that was keeping a journal — a bit of a change from my usual writing, and interesting, but it only lasted about a week.
I did also write a scene entirely in conversation, but that’s about all I’ve done towards editing.
This post is great!
Beyond my skill to say
In what degree or how, it touched my heart.
My meagre skills can only fade away
When matched with such perfection of the art.
Your obvious wisdom, and your silver tounge
Could win — indeed, deserve — more ears than I.
From rooftops everywhere, this should be sung,
And carved in stone to place in honour high.
So much I'd do, to share this perfect word,
And make your name in every corner known.
Awaken, ye who wander with the herd!
Don't leave behind a voice that stands alone.
"Just sign your name to this (yes, using blood),
And say the word, and watch the viewers flood."