The editing is coming along on manuscript number one. Finished it in June, took a break on it to do Camp NaNoWriMo in July, and now doing first round of edits.
So, Camp NaNoWriMo is over, and now comes the scary (and hard) part. Editing.
This is my first time editing a rough draft, and it’s a bit overwhelming, but I’m just gonna dive in. Once I locate a red pen!
Woo hoo! I made it through Camp NaNoWriMo with a word count of over 30,000. Now I have (another) rough draft to work on in August!
I’ve had plenty of time to get used to the fact that she will never brush her teeth with the red toothbrush – or any other toothbrush – ever again. Or maybe I’ll never get used to it. Ever.
Armed with eco- friendly cleansers, I came into the bathroom that she shared with her brother, ready to get my most hated chore over and done with. Even though I’ve cleaned this bathroom every week in the last six months, and even though her brother no longer shares it, neither of us brings up the red toothbrush. Ever.
At least not so far.
I made it halfway through! Really hoping the second half of camp goes just as well as the first half!
All the guests were busy looking up at the fireworks. There were “oohs” and “aahs” and guesstimates about how much this spectacle cost. While everyone else was doing that, I was looking at her. The bride.
When I found out that the wedding was on the Fourth of July, I should’ve made up some excuse not to come. Part of me thought it would be better that way. So, when I didn’t get out of going, I thought that maybe being there would give me closure.
It’s not every wedding that the best man is hopelessly in love with the bride.
Watching her bind her life to his was excruciating. You know that part where the minister asks if anyone has any objections? I wanted to scream and take her by the hand and run, but I couldn’t, and having to stand there with a smile on my face made me want to vomit. But what other choice did I have?
If I’d said anything, either before the wedding or during, my life would’ve gone up in flames, much like the fireworks. And not just mine, but two other lives as well.
I came to the wedding, shook hands, held the ring, posed for photos. The whole thing. But I don’t feel like I got any closure. I will forever curse my rotten luck that my brother met her first.
This is the story for July, and of course, its Fourth of July themed. I meant to post it on the actual 4th, but you know, life happened.
Photo by Shireah Ragnar on Unsplash
The first day of camp went well! Before I did the day’s writing, I mapped out a few scenes in Scrivener that I’ve already pictured in my head.
Then I picked one of those scenes to write, and I met (actually exceeded) my word count goal for today. I love that the month is off to a good start!