As we're all well aware, this year hasn't been great for much of anything.
This blog has certainly suffered due to ... everything.
While updating it has been *coughmissed* a few times this month, writing little bits per week has been something.
I have begun to outline various stories that I want to work on (some of them I actually have begun).
There have been little things going around stating "Use Your Initials and Find Out Your Y/A Novel Title!" I've done two of those and these were the results:
Assassins, French Kissing, and Other Bad Ideas
The Daughter of Nightmares and Smoke
Now, one of these actually has a little steam behind it, while the other one is currently being outlined. Here is a little blurb of something in the middle.
The idea was to write a novel.
"So - how long is this going to last. A month, a week...?"
"Not funny."
"It's true, isn't it?"
She rolled her eyes. This was a conversation that abounded each time a new
interest caught her attention. While it was true nothing lasted long and her
attention was dim in some regards, surely there was one thing she could see
through.
"Come on, let's get some lunch."
"You sure dessert won't distract me from eating?"
The chuckle confirmed the teasing nature. While they would always be in a
slight disagreement about her attention span, they would always be together.
"Hey Nicholas! How's the wedding planning coming?"
Well ... at least until he married and left.
"You know, Annabeth has everything covered. I'm just here to say the
vows."
"Well, that's good to know. How's the latest venture Catalyn?"
She took a seat across from Nicholas.
"It's slow, but coming along."
"What is this new venture, I always forget what you're up to."
Catalyn managed not to make her smile too tight.
"Opening a bed and breakfast at the old Sanderson place."
"Oh," Stephanie stepped back, "good luck."
Catalyn rolled her eyes.
"Geeze, doesn't anyone mind their own business?"
Nicholas laughed.
"What?"
"Come on Lynnie, you know I believe in you. I really do," he
raised the menu to hide his face, "but you've got a track of not finishing
big projects."
She wanted to argue, to say it was crazy, but she couldn't. She knew the
truth was a hard pill to swallow. She knew the town thought this one would fall
through too. But she knew something they didn't. Each time she came close to
finishing, something overcame her. A sense of dread that the ending was about
to hit, followed by a sense of panic.
"Lynnie, don't let them get you down."
She picked her menu up, "Yeah, sure."
She had to finish this project. No matter what - she would finish this one.
This would be the first project to be completed by her.
That was her final decision.
What have you been working on this month? Are you ready for NaNoWriMo next month?
