I should be writing. Yet, even though I am enjoying the NaNo challenge, I am still procrastinating. Why do I do this? Why? Why do I procrastinate on the fun things as well as the horrid things? And why haven’t I taken the trash out yet?
Okay, I know I’m getting off to a slow start. That might have something to do with the fact that I had plans for the entire day yesterday, and better than half the day today. But I’ve got the first scene of chapter one written.
Ehhh. I am falling asleep at my computer. I think it’s time to pack itt in. Of course, I managed to spend a great deal more time than I should have, looking through an old journal for ideas. I found ideas, but still. Here’s the prologue:
Taken from sparkyred.
Poppy Dannert – 32 (?) has brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles totally grossed out by people who don’t wash their hands after going to the bathroom–and makes a habit of embarrassing said people Hears music from nowhere (somewhere in one of my idea files I have this story idea scribbled…
Here are some of the players on my stage: Fithian Rankin – 35, nicknamed Fith scion of a wealthy family (wealth comes from where?) angry about the death of his mother 19 years ago why did she die? unnatural/mysterious death curse? dark magic? dabbles with Internet consulting of some sort…
Hey, sparkyred gave me this idea:
I have just finished my novel. Draft #4, dramatically different from Draft #3, the one I think may be marketable, 742 pages long. I have had my CD on repeat for an hour, while writing the last chapter and the epilogue. I don’t know how I feel. Jubilant and sad,…
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