Wow. So, like, I can’t believe that I’m done my WIP?! What!? I feel like after 3 months of blood and sweat and emotional turmoil I finally spat out a conglomerate of words that kind of resembles a novel.
The past few days were quite epic actually. This is my progress:
Quite conveniently, I came down with a bad cold, lost my voice, became bed bound, called in sick for work, and had nothing to do except write. (I secretly loved it, shhhhh…)
To be honest, this is a novel that crawled under my skin and tore me apart by the ending. This was me the past few days: (and only partly from the cold)
(Though I’m sure when I reread it I’m going to look like this:
‘Cause the scenes always seem to lose intensity after I set them aside for a while LOL. Am I the only one who feel this way?!)
Yup. Shapeshifter is done. And now my heart has a novel-shaped hole in it.
The Rules of Shapeshifting:
Don’t get caught.
Don’t get attached.
Don’t (ever) be yourself.
I am a Shapeshifter – a soul without a body or an identity. I can live your life for a day – but at a price.
One day, I meet Charlie: Having transferred to a prestigious high school, she strives for top marks and all-around perfection. But Charlie stumbles through her classes and can’t seem to make any new friends.
Charlie requests a contract with me and I oblige. But what happens when Charlie doesn’t want her life back?
“Hey California,” He says, and I become aware of my own appearance. Today I look like Richard because he was my previous host, the human form that I have the most recollection of. I have Richard’s veiny arms, his blue eyes and his sandy blonde hair. Richard could have popped out of a Hollister ad.
“What can I say? I like the beach,” I say.
“Not a fan of today’s arrangement, then?”
“Nah, courtrooms aren’t my thing.”
“What gotta be done gotta be done, you know?” He says and sits down in an empty row. I follow suit.
“What is it that got to be done?” I ask.
“A court case, we’re in the courtroom after all, yeah?” Nihil says. “The Consortium becomes what we need it to become.” Then he adds, “We’ll have a beach day again, though it’s not my decision.”
“Whose decision is it anyway?”
“The people upstairs with a higher pay grade.”
I want to ask about the people upstairs but Nihil’s attention turns to the stage. In the centre is a woman who is chained to a chair, her hair hanging loose and shielding her face as her head bows downward. An old man with deep-set eyes in a black robe stands behind the podium. He is the Master Shapeshifter who has authority over the courts, undoubtedly is one of the people upstairs.
The Master Shapeshifter slams a gavel down, and a hush sweeps across the room.
“Are you, Shapeshifter Forty-Nine, aware of the Law of Detachment, Shapeshifter Decree Number 557?” He declares in a booming voice.
“Yes,” Shapeshifter Forty-Nine says.
“Are you aware that, as per the Law of Detachment, a Shapeshifter must not become emotionally dependent on any entity in the physical world, be it human, animal, substance, or object?”
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So…. What next?
So a few things I’ve realized as I wrapped up this novel:
- I am going to get the worst case of writing hang-over after this novel. Give me a few days before I want to read or write or think about anything other than Shapeshifter okay?!
- Shapeshifter needs a SEQUEL!?
In the immediate future, I will be planning for Nanowrimo in November (yay!!!!! who’s with me!!!!!) so watch out for some writing-related posts coming up! However I am wondering what to do with the complete draft of Shapeshifter that I have sitting on my desktop: (Let me know what I should do!?)
- Shut it in an obscure folder on my hard drive and not look at it again in 10 years?
- BACK IT UP!?
- Share it with some beta-readers?
- Post it here! Post it here!?
Do you ever feel like your scenes lose intensity when you read them again after a while? Do you get hangovers after finishing a book (reading or writing one?) Are you planning to do Nanowrimo this year? What do you do with your novels after writing them?