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
Current Word Count: 273,620
Prior Word Count: 273,244
Word Difference: +376
Progress: 1st edit of Chapter 3
There has been a great deal of revision in this portion of the edit, since I’m prepping to add a new chapter. It’s been equal parts editing, equal parts writing, but I’m happy I’m doing it in the first edit.
The above picture shares similarities to how I imagine the living room, though the view would of course be the sea, and the window is more like a bay. It’s obviously near impossible to find perfect pictures for the images in my head. I was trying to locate a good dining room since that’s where I am right now, but I suppose you’ll just have to rely on my descriptive skills…as they are I suppose.
Quote: The great glass lights above ornate steps were now lit like a calm holiday. Black boots made no sound on their scattered dance in display upon marble veins. He carried her through the living room that dwelled off the stairs’ right side. The carpet here looked just as soft to what crinkled her toes in her room.
Evening was falling behind the bay window that framed his dining room. Though the kitchen had a table, this was fancier. *She deserves that,* Sephiroth thought, setting Aeris down. She sank in soft cushion, her head still a-whirl for the arms were upholstered and soft. Undoing his coat with the pin back in place, he swung it from broad to frail shoulders. The Cetra caught her breath to keep back tears for the velvet warmth shielding her now.
Title: The Threads of Sorrow
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Retold Fairy Tale
Type: Original Short Story
Prior Word Count: 6940
Current Word Count: 6887
Word Difference: +53
Progress: First Edit 3/4 Complete
I have three more pages left to edit so I’m near the climax of the tale. I’m starting to get anxious about this, because after I edit and polish it, I’ll have to submit it, and submitting stories sucks. I just…sucks. That’s all I can really say about it. It contorts my stomach like a twisted sheet. I hate the threat of failure, and it always falls, it always falls, ironically without fail. My last resort is just posted it here on my own social media, but I would like some validation that I’m a halfway decent writer. We’ll see what happens.