Well, it was a productive NaNoWriMo. I erased a little brother from existence with a careless wish, gave an old woman nasty stomach cancer (and then wished it away), ruined a marriage (and a perfectly good plum tree) with a romp in the backyard, reunited two estranged sisters, championed the awesomeness of beef bbq, and helped a lonely girl find peace and a little bit of hope. And all with 30 words to spare.
Now it’s time to reorganize, replot, and relax (at least a little). I’ve got another 20-30k to go before it’s done. But once again NaNoWriMo gave me the kick in the pants I needed to get the story out of my head and onto paper.
It’s that time of year again. NaNoWriMo. This year’s book involves a girl who make can wishes come true–including accidentally erasing her brother from existence–and and old woman who bakes secrets into pies. In the town of Normal, North Carolina nothing is what it seems. And no one tells the truth.
I have character sketches. I have a chapter-by-chapter outline. I have the beginnings of a playlist. I have friends who are joining the insanity with me. I have dark chocolate salted caramels. Let’s do this.
From my boss: “That SPAC edits e-mail chain has a higher exclamation point to word ratio than Twilight fanfic.”
Dear snow gods,
Please be on your best behavior this weekend. I know it’s a little difficult to play nice all the time, but I think I put up with your little fit over Christmas relatively well even though I had to use a PTO day for work. So you owe me. Get it together and quit messing with flights to Winterim 2011.
Warmly,
Sus
The Guide to Literary Agents blog is running their “Dear Lucky Agent” contest again. This one hits literary fiction authors. (Hey, that’s me!) And since I’m pretty damn happy with my new opening, I’ll be submitting my 187 words. And crossing my fingers. For full details on how to submit a response for a chance to win a 10-page critique by agent Lindsey Clemons, go to the GLA blog.
http://www.guidetoliteraryagents.com/blog/8th+Dear+Lucky+Agent+Contest+Literary+Fiction.aspx?et_mid=65376&rid=3098557
Another November come and gone. Another 50,000+ words of a novel out of my head and on paper.
In a text chain with TSS tonight, I was called slut, ho bag and skank. Is it wrong that it made me smile?
Just received an email from the new manager in reference to an outline I did with the following words sprinkled throughout: very good, excellent job, well done and fantastic.
So maybe I can live up to The Company’s expectations afterall!
