A weekly post updated every Saturday discussing my current writing projects and where I stand with them. This will include any and all work(s) in progress (WIP) be they creative writing, essays/analyses, or reviews of any type.
Title: The Broken Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Type: Fanfiction (FFVII) Novel
Previous Word Count: 245,356
Current Word Count: 250,755
Words Written This Week: 5399
The above picture is one of many I use to visual where they live. It’s similar to their home in Northern Lights (or will be when I do some rewording on that. Yup, another project planned), and it has an appropriate name. I’m a lover of luxury, and there’s a lot in this tale. It gives me an excuse to look up fancy mansions and elegant clothes and jewelry. Things I can’t afford, but am still free to describe.
I wrote an integral scene this week as I dutifully plug along towards the end. I’ve been having computer issues, well, rather OS issues. Like many others I was forced to upgrade to Windows 10, and it has been wreaking havoc with my Microsoft Word. The program will get “hung up.” It’s not stalled per the task manager, but it’s unresponsive. I can’t click anywhere; I can’t save, and often prior to this state, it scrolls all the way to the top so I can’t even take a picture of my work with my phone (which I was able to do before. It’s as though the issue is purposely trying to thwart me). The last time it took me an hour and a half to fix it; the time before was three hours, and I had to utilize live chat with someone from Microsoft. I expressed my annoyance/frustration with the situation, and they suggested I install new Office. Of course…
I have actually bought a new laptop and new Office (I got a discount through work), but I’d rather finish TBR prior to switching computers since it would be a time consuming production. I have a workaround that utilizes OneNote, though the last time this didn’t help me as Word faltered in the midst of my prior writing read through. I did quite a few changes and wasn’t willing to lose that work. Last night I decided I’d make sure my web browser was closed before I opened Word to do any writing as I believe that’s what’s hanging up Word. It seems to have worked, and I still write my next installment in OneNote before copying and pasting it into the established document.
As I said last month, I hope and pray I will be finished writing by the end of this one. I have a lot to add to the narrative though. I’ve been drafting extensive dialogue for scenes that happen earlier in the tale not long after Aeris is rescued. I love Rescue Romances; it’s why I write them, but I make it abundantly clear that no one ever owes anyone access to their body for any reason, which is something I’ve seen far too often in such stories. In fact that’s pretty much how the “romance” starts in the true execution of the trope. I’m guilty of it myself in my original The Serpent’s Tale, which I didn’t realize before, though I do now, and that’s why we have edits.
Content Warning: Quote contains mentions of rape.
Quote: “Never in this life or all others had the general seen someone so thankful. Ever breath and beat of her heart proclaimed the highest of gratitude. The little maid blessed him every day, kissing the hands that had shed her blood. He forced to mask to cover his face, staring down at this trembling display. He wanted to tell her, “No, little one…” fall to his knees and confess all his crimes, but what couldn’t be fear now clutched at his soul for her horror would break even hale heart. And what else but horror could she reveal if she remembered all I have done. I must tell her. I’m filth for this silence, even more so as I know how it burns. Silence is only an unspoken lie when the truth sleeps beneath your breath.
“Sephiroth’s jaw was clenched like his hands in pale mockery of prayer. He could not pray though he looked like an angel…another mockery ever cruel. Every day Aeris never failed to thank him for not raping and beating her. Every night before she slept this…gratitude poured forth. Sometimes the words were softly sobbed as if it were a miracle. She’d wrap slim arms around his neck as he held the tiny maid close. He knew they would come to poison his joy, and Sephiroth could only decry them. Assuring his flower that those days were dead and lived only in memory. Wrathful green light poured over his lashes though the general’s eyes remained closed. What can I give her? What can I do? She needs time to heal before my ‘truth.’ An ice white lily graced his thoughts, shivering in the slums. A flower? he pondered. Well she is my rose…the highest of the flowers does deserve the grandest garden. I wonder…do lilies grow by the sea?”
Project: Book Review
Title: The Light of the Fireflies
Author: Paul Pen
Translator: Simon Bruni
I started the review of this last night and went off on a nice, righteous rant (in part) about the same subject TBR is about. Wasn’t expecting that, but as stated in the past, I have some strong feelings about it. I’m pretty much finished the review/analysis and just need to read through/edit. I…do recommend the book but with some warnings and provisions that will be elaborated upon in the analysis.
What are you currently working on? Is it a creative writing project, essay, review, or something else? Have you just started something new or are you wrapping up a long term project?
I look forward to your answers in the comments!