I know I just mentioned Camp in my March wrapup post, but I want to write about it again. :P
First of all, I’m 2k behind. I’ve been 2k behind for most of the month, actually, and telling myself I could make it up. I still haven’t made it up. And the past few days my motivation to write this particular story has gone down the drain. I still love the story, I love the idea and the characters and the relationships and everything about it… except the writing. I really wish it would just be done and write itself. I don’t think this has ever happened with a story of mine before. But yeah, I wish it would write itself.
I have still written on this story every day of the month (except the 16th and 18th), and I know I’ve written something every single day because I still have my 4thewords streak, but I can’t get into it. :P
Today I felt really motivated to write my dystopian story Disconnect, so I wrote 1800-ish on that, and I’m so unmotivated on HotB (I still wrote on that today, though) that I counted that 1800 toward my Camp word count. After much deliberation on whether or not I should or not. :P
Anyway, I’m still 2k behind with the Disconnect writing in there. *sighs* Perpetually 2k behind…
Here’s an excerpt from Disconnect, if you’re interested:
Cassidy was shoved back into her cell and the guards took up their places by the door.
She looked through the bars at her neighbors. To her left was a mean-looking brute with tattoo-covered arms and a sneer. To her right was a woman only a few years younger than her.
“What are you here for?” Cassidy asked the woman.
The woman pushed her dark, yet vibrant, red hair out of her face.
“Communications with outside cities. You?”
“Same. What’s your name?”
“Hey!” one of the guards said. “No talking to each other!”
The woman rattled her chains and Cassidy recognized morse code.
Cassidy tapped out her own name – Cass – and Dair nodded.
“Nice to meet you,” Dair said aloud.
“Hey! Shut up in there!”
Cassidy nodded to Dair, who had slid back into a corner of her cell and leaned her head back to rest against the cement wall.
“Could I have a hairtie?” Dair asked.
One of the guards sighed and left. In a moment he returned and handed a black hairtie to her through the bars.
She tied her hair up into a ponytail and leaned her head against the wall again.
Dair started tapping absently on her knee.
Cass tapped back.
Used to be.
Dair nodded and jabbed a thumb toward the guards.
Apparently those bozos never were.
Cassidy allowed herself a small smile.
No. Dad was.
Infantry. Not much else these days.
True. I was navy.
Dair’s eyebrows raised.
Navy? Impressive. I’d nearly forgotten we had one of those.
Cass gave another small smile.
It’s small. My platoon disbanded.
Even smaller now, then.
“What’s going on in there?” one of the guards asked, noticing the motion.
Bozos, Dair tapped.
“Nothing,” she said aloud. “It’s not like we’re talking.”
The guard looked doubtful, but he returned to his post.
Dair rolled her eyes.
How do we get out of here? It was Cass who tapped.
Distraction. Steal the keys. Get out. Grab weapons.
Dair inclined her head a bit.
Sorry it’s kind of long. :P Hope you liked it, though. :)