Progress: Mercy Hospital

I have to add two more chapters in order to tie in some of the story. The work is coming along nicely.

As of January 3, 2018, I’m up to 68000 words and growing. In that time, however, the manuscript will inflate and deflate as I write and edit. Such is the ebb and flow of a writer’s work.

2018-01-03 Mercy Hospital Progress

This is about 2,000 words greater than what I had in September. I’ve subtracted a lot so the net gain isn’t by much, but we’ll see how that turns out in the final edit. It could be less, or more. Whatever makes the work its best.

I’ll post more soon. Right now, I’ve got to get back to writing.

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The Darkness

into the darkness

Into the Darkness – Collage by Anne Hogue-Boucher

Violet’s worst fear is coming true before her eyes and she is powerless to stop it.

The fear that she could die and it would mean nothing to the person she loves the most. If she lost this person, she would be devastated.

How awful to find out this love is not reciprocated.

She looks at the empty box of chocolates and wonders why he doesn’t buy them for her anymore. The little things have all but vanished. The romantic cards, the little gestures of love…

She sees it all slipping away. What does he need her around for, anyway? He has his own life, separate from hers.

She has no one. The last one no longer shares their friendship with her. The body has become an island underwater and the villagers are fleeing in droves. Some die. Some just give up on themselves, on her. They leave. They grow disinterested.

She doesn’t know how to build her own life. She has to learn. This is shameful to her. She covers her mouth instead of speaking.

The woman turns back to the darkness for the familiar. For what she knows. He gabs endlessly with his friends and she wonders why he doesn’t gab with her anymore. Not like he used to. Others are shiny and new. She is dull and uninteresting.

Why they don’t share friends like they used to? Why did they seem to separate?

She wonders if it’s all in her head—the creeping tentacles of doubt stroking her brain. Does she imagine this? Her fitful dreams tell her yes, she is right to be doubtful. She is wrong to question his loyalty to her.

The shame drives her further down into the darkness. This is the place she doesn’t want to be, but she knows no other way now.

It’s temporary, she hopes. It is not real. The illusions are just that, and she wants to rip back the curtain to reveal the petty magician pulling her strings.

Where to begin?

The knife. It will cut away at the growing film and grime of rejection and loneliness, perhaps. Perhaps it will just cut.

She tosses it aside. No, it doesn’t work. It doesn’t help. The only thing that will help is embracing the darkness. Let it wash over her like the familiar heat of a warm tub.

Only then will the light, so foreign, become her beacon. Only then will she be able to find her way out once more. But it must be her light. Her path.

Then, perhaps, he will remember what he’s missing, and embrace her again.

Update – Mercy Hospital

I thought this week I’d let you know my progress on the sequel to Now Entering Silver Hollow. We’ll get back to The Editor’s Corner pretty soon. But since I’ve had a few people ask how it’s going …

I’d say it’s going pretty well for an indie author with a full-time job. While I can’t give out any timelines just yet, I’ve had an opportunity to pick away at editing and have added a chapter so far.

Here’s a little taste of my progress. Keep in mind this is still going to have massive editing done to it, so the finished product may or may not have this in it:

2017-09-17 progress

So yes, I’m over 66,000 words now, and I still have a couple of chapters that need to be added. Now I’ve been writing this for some time, and I’ve recovered from two data failures, the death of my dog, and a new job that currently takes up to 14 hours of my days (including the commute). But I still pick away at the manuscript when I have a chance.

Once this second draft is finished, I will go through and do a third draft which is the developmental edit. I’ll look for consistency, continuity, make sure the story cycles aren’t too far out of whack, and then make sure my plot makes sense (somewhat, at least).

Then, the fourth draft will be a copy edit. Clarity, grammar, spelling, etc. All that good stuff. After that, I send the cleaned up copy “out” for a professional edit which is both developmental and copy. When it gets back to me, I’ll accept or reject the edits as needed and create my fifth draft.

The fifth one gets sent to my new proofreader, Jay Willison, for scrutinizing. I will also proofread it myself and let my editor take a final look at it. Three sets of eyes typically catch all the proofreading errors.

Then, the sixth draft will get a final coat of varnish, and I will set it up for publishing using the Pronoun platform. Print and eBooks will be available for your eager eyes and hot little hands.

I’m going to take advantage of NaNoWriMo 2017 to help me stay on track and get this process staying in motion, and I will update you periodically.

Until then, catch up on my weird world through Exit 1042 and Now Entering Silver Hollow. Happy reading!

-Anne