Welcome to my weekly feature, wherein I discuss writing style of authors, elements of books that are particularly interesting to me, and at times my own writing escapades as I venture into the writing process of my fourth novel. And, as a researching and always-learning aspiring author, I want to hear your opinions on these bits and pieces that make up our beloved paperbacks.
Most of the time I find that in reviews we talk about the feels or the romance or the plot, but here I want to get to the nitty gritty of syntax and devices and whatnot. Mafi’s similes and metaphors? Sanderson’s world building? McGarry’s ability to write three books with the same romantic trope and yet all three books are freaking fantastic? All of that, and more!
Camp NaNoWriMo: Week One
For the next four weeks, I’ll be recapping my escapades as I attempt to write 10K words in the month of April. I know it’s a small goal, compared to the usual 50K, but it’s what I can do. And I’ve been keeping up the pace, so I’m quite proud of myself!
Right now my word count is: 1356. Not even a chapter, but it’ll do.
This is my favorite bit I’ve written this week:
“I’ll handle the tent,” I decide, this time meaning it for Hunter’s ears. When he doesn’t respond, I walk around the front of the car to find him standing, without a hand resting on the door for balance, with his eyes closed and the most peaceful expression I’ve seen in a long time on his face. And then I realize that he’s in the perfect location to feel the breeze gently blowing through the campsites. It smells like pine and dust: pure and clean.
I wonder if I can find a Febreze scent to match this. Or a car freshener.
“Hunter,” I murmur, trying not to disturb him but at the same time feeling the need to micromanage. He blinks a few times, like Rip Van Winkle waking up and wondering where he is. And then he glances at me, eyebrows raised in a voiceless question, and – holy shit – is that a smile I see at the corner of his mouth?
He turns to face me and I drop my thoughts into a pile of knotted cords, all ends lost and fraying in the shock. He is smiling. Just a tiny one, barely a curve, but the right side is definitely higher than the other. When I notice that his scar is more stretched than usual, I know for sure.
Part of me wants to cry from joy and scream my news from the nearest cliff, but the more controlled side takes over and instead I find myself smiling back at him. No teeth – I don’t think either of us are there yet – but it’s a step.
Why is it my favorite? This is from chapter seven, and the previous six chapters have all been pretty depressing. Just ask my beta readers – Chiara, Miranda, and Lillian. They’ve given me a few choice pieces of feedback – all of which I’ve laughed at maniacally because it means I’m doing something right!
And since this is my blog, and shameless self promotion is an advantage I’m willing to take, you can click THIS LINK (like the all caps? Shameless) to go to my wattpad account and read the prologue and first two chapters of my WIP, Take Me to the Sea!
What about you? How is your NaNo experience going so far? Do you like your cabin mates? What’s you’re favorite line that you wrote?