- How I did on last week’s goal(s)
I started the week at 84,000 words and am now up to 96,000. I deliberately wrote it out of order during NaNo (when I wrote just shy of 75K), but now I’m going back through in order and filling in all the gaps and unfinished chapters.
- My goal(s) for this week
To break 100K and to hopefully finish Part I.
- A favorite line from my story OR a word or phrase that sums up what I wrote/revised
These are the closing lines of Chapter 6, “Heading Home,” featuring our now-14-year-old protagonist and his dear dog Joy (a male, in spite of the name). In real life, Joy was the only member of the Imperial Family who survived, and spent his final years by Windsor Castle.
Once the door was closed, Alekséy moved from the bench into the bed and lay down. After Joy had jumped into the bed, he closed his eyes, in pursuit of the sleep which had eluded him since that nightmarish cataclysm in the cellar. He didn’t sleep very soundly anymore, and more often than not was racked by nightmares, either of the carnage in the cellar or the images of his parents’ bloody, macabre, mutilated bodies. Sometimes he even dreamt of his entire family, their three dogs, and all four of their retainers lying dead on the floor, in the truck the ringleader had spoken of, or being desecrated in all sorts of sinister, barbaric, soulless ways in the forest. All these nightmares, no matter what they were, had the terrifying soundtrack of his sisters’ frantic screams and the cacophony of bullets.
“I’m glad I’ve still got you, Joy,” he whispered to his faithful dog. “I’m even less normal than I was before, but at least I’ve got you to be abnormal with. God really knew what he was doing when he created animals, since you never judge or shun people for not being exactly a certain way. If only I could be sure all the people I’ll have to deal with when I’m Tsar are as open-minded, accepting, and non-judgmental as you.”
- The biggest challenge I faced this week
A rather embarrassing overall challenge I’ve been facing, since November, is that I honestly can’t think of anything to do with Grand Duchess Anastasiya, not even whom she should marry (though I’m now leaning towards Prince Roman Petrovich). I’ve found uses for the older three sisters, but keep coming up blank for the youngest. This is particularly embarrassing on account of how I actually wrote an entire research paper about her in high school! (Technically, most of the paper was on Franziska Schanzkowska, but I didn’t know it at the time.) Even though this isn’t the sisters’ story, they do play a fairly important role in Part I.
- Something I love about my WIP
Being able to write so many happy endings and continued lives for so many people who were murdered in real life, when they’d barely just begun to live.