#writing check

[voldygonemoldy]

Would anyone be interested to edit my Min Yoongi fanfic chapter once im done writing it cause I just wanna see someone's opinion and check my writing 💕

[thatinvisibleauthor]

Writing check: Witches of Ravenwood

If you have the time, let me know if i’m doing something shitty with my story. I figure the big one to change would be to find better names for the characters, because they’re all ethnic first names and I remember how everyone was furious with JK Rowling for the same thing. anything else?

Witches of Ravenwood Chapter 2

The sun was still warm in late August. The three person family unloading a car next to a small mansion didn’t need so much as a jacket in the heat. Sweat ran down their backs as they set out boxes of bedding, books, and bags of soil.

         “Konnichiwa!” a bubbly voice called from the front door. Akina looked up to spot a girl about her age bounding up to her with a bright smile on her face.

         “You must be Akina Izanami, right? ‘Yokoso’ to the new sorority house!” The girl took Akina with an arm around her shoulders and waved an arm over the house, rather like Vanna White.

         “Uh, thanks,” she replied, pulling away and pressing her lips together. The girl, ever the unflappable one, separated herself and turned to face Akina.

         “Your English is fantastic; how long did you spend learning it?” Akina pursed her lips and bit her tongue. When the other girl realized what she had said, her eyes went wide.

         “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize-” she rambled, tracing one of the white patches on her arm.

         “It’s…whatever,” Akina interrupted, shrugging it off, to the girl’s relief. “Think you could help me with my boxes?”

         “Sure, sure. You’re – are you from Japan?”

         “Canada.” She hitched up her grip on the box in her arms. “My parents are from Japan, and they had me when they moved to Canada. So I’m technically Japanese-Canadian.”

         “Oh, cool. Well, we have maple syrup in the pantry if you want a taste of home.” They laughed easily together.

         “What’s your name, again? I don’t think I caught it,” Akina asked, trying to see over her box of flower pots. They’d let her keep potted plants in her room, right?

         “Aneesa Badra. My father’s the one that bought and donated the dorm building, although it’s more like a mansion.” She cringed when they drew near the front door, stepping over dry, crunchy grass in the process. “Excuse the state of the grounds. Dad just bought the place, and we haven’t’ been able to find a groundskeeper for it.”

         “Oh, it’s fine!” Akina replied. “In fact, I’d be willing to keep the grounds for you, at least as long as I’m here.”

         “Oh, that’s not-”

         “I’ll even do it for free, if you give me a bit of creative freedom,” she insisted.

         “You’ll have to talk to Dad about it, but I think we can come to an agreement.” Aneesa shrugged.

         At the moment they got up to the door, a tall man opened it up with a beaming smile, a woman with a matching grin hanging off his arm.

         “Hello! You must be Akina. I see you’ve already met our ‘Neesa. I, of course, am Mr. Baback Badra and this is my wife, Gina. Oh, here, let us help you with those.” He stacked two of the heavier boxes and said, “Come, let’s find you a room.”

         “Thank you.” Akina followed him down a hall. “Say, are we allowed to keep potted plants in our dorm rooms?”

         “Absolutely. I take it you’d need a room with plenty of light, then.” He took a turn down another hallway.

         The first room he showed her was big, with south-facing windows and  a single bed.

         “This will be perfect!” She stepped into the room, laying her box on the desk. “I’m a little surprised at the single, though. Mom and Dad said dorms were usually doubles. Not that I’m complaining!”

         “We felt it would be more conducive to learning if everyone had their own rooms. We want the under privileged students who get the opportunity to stay here to succeed!” Mr. Badra answered.

         “That’s another thing. My parents are well off, they went to college, and my grades were just alright. Why was I picked for this?”

[grid-daisies]

Writing Session 7/11/24- 3:45-4:50 pm EST

Fic focus: Unpublished draft (currently named Frankenstein)

Word count: 656

Favorite sentence:  Beck doesn’t respond to his voice, sobs loud and keening across the walls. Perhaps part of him realized there was no surviving this and is mourning the life he will not get to finish living. 

[made-with-magic]

Writing goal of hitting 19k by tomorrow 🙏🙏

[qcrewandotherthings]

Writing check!

If you see this, how is your writing going today?? How has it been for you this week? What’s your story about? Has it changed any since you first started writing it?

[bitterotter]

Word count this week: 10182/10000 so there's that. Probably gonna knock next week's down to 7000 words cause schools starting up again

[bitterotter]

10,065/10,000 words for this week. 

Surprised I actually did it. Think I’ll keep the goal the same for next week.

Will probably go through/edit stuff tomorrow. If i wrote anything I actually liked I might post it here, idk